I'm off to New Orleans in a few hours. I guess I should already be packing.
The worst thing about leaving town is that I have to leave Merrin. I don't think either of us do too well with seperation. She knows I'll miss her and that I love her. I know that she'll
probably miss me and loves me. But it sure doesn't make being apart any easier.
Hopefully having some good neighbors around will mean that she'll get to go out to dinner or play at least one night while I'm gone. You know, go to the Coops and spill a beer on their new sofa or something.
I'll be out of touch until (at least) Wed night. I'm hoping to meet Señor schmed while in his hometown. If you've read his blog you'll understand my slight concern that I may not understand a single word he says. I presume he speaks some form of English. π
I've gotta go pack. I've got a whole lifetime's worth of mental pictures of the dogs and Merrin that I always take with me, so I hope I have enough room! See all y'all soon!