Next Sunday, November 10th, I will be returning to Florida yet again for three months.   Well, four months.   I won’t be back on home soil until the last day of March.  Instead, I’ll have sand underneath my feet that don’t grow vegetables.

But, at the same time, I’m certainly dodging the snow and temperatures dropping faster than a student’s grades.  I guess that’s kind of harsh, but not really.    It depends on the student.

I’m looking forward to it and I’m not looking forward to it.

I’m hoping that Florida will remove the pain from my shoulder and lower back.    It’ll be good to pester Jason and finally attend one of his graduations – since we haven’t made it to any of the others.  I guess I can say I miss Sneezles, but when in Florida, I miss Fluffy, so I guess that evens out.

I’m thinking that I may be stuck in the house quite a bit.   Because it becomes dark so quickly and the sun doesn’t come up till noon, I’m guessing bike riding isn’t going to be that much of an option.    I can walk everywhere, I guess.    That’ll be good enough for me, although I did like it the last time that it didn’t take me an hour to travel to the gym.   On the boke, it was just fifteen minutes.

This trip is really going to be transitioning.
When I get there, he’s still going to be taking classes.  Which is fine.   I don’t mind the alone time innately feel the need to sterilize the entire house and yard.   Well, actually, the last time the house wasn’t that bad and I spent a good week in the yard.

Still, I’m pretty annoying that way.
I have this glorious idea that I’m going to clean out the garage, although it’s really going to be a pain because the garage door hasn’t been able to open for years.  Should I ever get to the point where we can replace the garage door, at least I know the garage isn’t going to look like total crap.

I guess my main goals are:
—  New roof.
—  Painting
—  New flooring in the kitchen and living room.

Although I have absolutely no idea how I’m going to do the last two.  I have this inkling idea that it could be a fun couple activity, but I’m not going to hold my breath.  The last time painting was tried, the rooms look like crap.   Neither one of us has ever laid flooring.

But how hard can it be?
I’m sure there are Youtube videos about it.

Still, I tend to think that “I’ll figure it out.”  That type of optimism has led me down many darken paths.  Meh.

It’s just not being able to do home repairs or having the money to hire someone becomes an itch in the back of the brainstem.   It’s something that I can’t quite reach but vibrates so much that the rest of the brain doesn’t completely function.

After he graduates, we’ll have three months or so of ‘normalcy.’   Well, at least as close as we’ve come to it.    That’s what my last visit mostly consisted of.

While I enjoyed the normalcy, I can’t help but wonder how much of that was attributed to baby sister’s habit of buying us groceries.  The extra pound of shredded turkey and gallon of milk really helped out.

Now that baby sis is living her own life when her own rent and electric bill, I know that there’s no way help will be coming from her quarter.   —  Nor should it ever, but I’m not at the point where I could turn away free food.

So, this trip is going to be more normal than the last one.   It’s just going to be him and me without outside help.

I’m anticipating that I’m going to be eating a lot of soup.   Which is fine too.
Soup, you know, since anything can become a type of soup.

Hopefully, my body will be convinced that I’m ‘serious’ and start dropping the weight that has been causing me anxiety for the past two years.   Apparently, endless hours at the gym doesn’t mean squat to it.

Also, again, hopefully, I won’t get to the point where I feel saving money is more important than eating.   While I was pretty proud when I got to size zero, it wasn’t exactly the most healthy time of my life.    It’s a time that I’m still paying for.

There it is.

I think the plane leaves IND around four am.   Mom, who likes to be early to everything, and I blame my innate trait of being early too, will probably be up and ready around one am.

That’s probably about the time Jason goes to sleep.   So, it’s going to be an interesting Sunday morning complicated by a probably visit from his mom after I arrive.   Here’s to hoping that I’ll be fairly brain dead during her initial visit.  Although, it is pretty difficult to sleep through his mom’s visits, but I shall endeavor to do my best because I will probably be pretty tired.

And here I go again.