I was so looking forward to having a nice couple of hours with husband.  He was late getting home due to some overtime at work.  He wasn't in the door more than thrity seconds when his pager went off.  Somebody's wood stove is making crackling noises and smells funny.  So now I'm back to home alone after twelve pretty pleasant hours at the doc's office- that's not sarcasm, by the way.  Work was pretty ok today.

I think I'll damper down the stove and dream of warm beaches.  Blessings abound