Strider drove me back to Bratt today. It was a drive that zoomed by, as my mind turned and twisted over all that was going on. We got to the Muffinpants' house and she and Adhi unloaded the car. And Strider headed back to Maine. I tried not to cry, but it didn't quite work.
Anyway, after seeing all the renovations they've been doing and having a great dinner with lots of the Muffinpants family, I set about getting my computer going. And as soon as I opened my inbox I see an email saying "Congrats" and another from our Senator saying "Your Home".
Yes, I can go home. Tomorrow.
So I go into Red Alert and fire off an email to most everyone I know, asking for help- well, more like shrieking. I mean, I don't know if I'll have phone or internet/cable on, it's a Friday night and a holiday, and a lot of people are out partying tonight. I think it'll happen; it's part of my bizarrely charmed, weirdass life to have these swings of fate. And just as I wrote that, 2 emails came in. It's gonna work out. Not all at the same time (people will be coming at different times and to & from different places), but as long as we can get the stuff out of the Pods and I can shower, eat and sleep, everything else is gravy.
Okay, checked my home phone line. It rings! That's one down. Gotta borrow a phone until my phone gets found and unpacked. Babalu will shop for me- gotta make a short grocery list to get me through til Tuesday.
Part of me thinks this is a joke, or not really gonna happen; it's been so many near-misses that I can't process it, much less feel anything. I guess I should be joyous, but I'm fried. Totally and completely fried.
I emailed Strider to let her know, too. She got home in one piece, thank gods, and will have the weekend to get her house back to normal.
And she replied, how if we'd known, I could've taken Hildiebeest. Well, it just means Strider will come back down sooner. Hildebeest makes life miserable for poor pastel kitty and for Strider now, too, I'm sure. So I won't miss either of them for too long, either. :)
It's all gonna work out. It has to. It always does.
So I'll be back when I'm set up and back in Hobbiton- sometime between tomorrow and Monday. What a difference a day makes.
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