As I'm sure you've noticed things have been up and down a lot for me lately. Sometimes I just want to curl up and cry and others I'm almost too fine. It's crazy. I promised myself I would not let myself fall apart during this deployment. I've come too close for comfort some days though.
But it's getting better. It is.
I drove two hours (each way) to Myrtle Beach on Friday to go to the DMV. My manager at work told me to take Friday to go take care of it so I didn't have to wait another week, which I appreciated. At least the truck is taken care of fully now. The car is still a work in progress.
I also treated myself to Chipotle and Trader Joes on said roadtrip!
I tried to be domestic and make apple butter.
Fourteen hours and one sticky kitchen later I have three overly sweet and not quite as firm as I wanted jars of something. I tried.
Today Ryan made me smile when he told me he got the care package I sent him... On Wednesday. The package I sent him in August hasn't made it (or any of the ones from his family) but the Halloween box made it in four days. Really?! I'm glad he finally got something but where are the ten boxes from the past month and a half?! Oy.
Now I'm going to watch my Giants hopefully not become 0-7....