Leaving New Orleans


I insist on eating breakfast at the croissant shop across the street before we leave.  A couple of chocolate croissants and an orangina to go.  We get on the road and I feel just as yucky as I did the night before.  G tells me I look like crap, and now we have the entire empty van, so I sleep on the back bench for a while as she drives.  I feel better after lunch and the drive is pretty much unremarkable after that.


It's good to be back home.  Even though I miss Luke a lot, it was nice to see my kids again.  Rose sure was happy when I picked her up.  She pretty much held my hand for the next 48 hours.  Dillon read both books I brought home for them, and ate the madelines from the bakery… 

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