  After three days, John is returning from New York tonight. I'm so happy I've made it. I'm sure I'm doing single mothers a huge injustice here, but I have to spend a few minutes complaining about how difficult it is to keep two kids all by myself. As much as John's worked throughout this past year, at least even if he got home after the kids were put to bed, he recharged me.
Today I'm so grumpy! I think it's simply from not getting that recharge. That, and knowing that right now John's at the UN in New York. My UN! (read that like Joe's my Europe in Little Women) Everything is making me unduly angry. I'm ready for some sunshine. The ground is so wet that when I walk in my hard each step makes a puddle. Relief won't be here anytime soon. Severe weather is expected this afternoon, and when the ground is already so saturated, that tends to mean I10 will be under ten feet of water by sundown.
I don't care what the weather brings, so long as it doesn't prevent John from landing safely tonight! If only there were football today to ease my many sorrows! Maybe I'll pop in a Japaname and drink some *special* coffee... 
