teague

It's been a bittersweet weekend. There is not alot quite like the sensation of evacuating from your home, literally evacuating, to go do something you normally find pleasurable, and exciting. It's rough to basicly flee to a vacation. Sounds odd, doesn't it? I had to leave Brian, and while I was having a good time, the whole time I was thinking, "This would be better if he was here. I miss him." Sometimes there was even guilt over the fact that I was having fun, and knew he wasn't. He was in the storm. Well, knowing Brian, maybe he was having alittle fun. He likes exciting events. My mind almost never left him, and our cats, and the crabs. I was stationed in basicly the ajacent room of the party room. There was a suite. There were fun, lovely, facinating people most of the time in the main room, and I did not have a huge desire to mingle alot. The fact that this is not unusual not withstanding, I just wished Brian was around to meet them too. Next year, for certain.

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