I'm home. I drove around 1900 miles the past four or five days. To put that in perspective, I did some calculating this evening. For that amount of driving I could have gone to see Jo(e), with a detour to see Yankee T, AND made it almost half the way home. Or I could have gone to see Julie.
My back hurts from sitting for so long.
I had entirely too much time to myself....way too much time to be inside my own head. It's scary in there!
How do you know if a cat is glad to see you come home? I can't tell. With dogs it's easy. I went over to some friends' house tonight. Their dog put her front paws in my lap and looked at me adoringly, made me promise I'd never leave again, and assured me that she is mistreated by her humans. Of course, if I'd been there this morning and left to return this evening, she'd have looked at me the same way. So, who knows?
Tomorrow I run twelve miles. Who wants to take bets on whether or not I make it?