So 4:00 a.m. arrived way to early, and with my husband on the road, to roll in later, I had to walk Abby before work, which for me starts at 6 a.m. So I'm on the road before the sun peeks up from the horizon. I do miss when I worked and lived in Indiana, when it was a short country drive to the office, with time for reflection and the occassional photo. Now, I'm dodging IDOT specially placed potholes (to increase your maneuvering skills), people that drop into my lane without notice like Frogger, and the Chicago "it's legal for 6 cars to turn left after the light turns red, it's a state law I think.")
Then work, including a long polycom, a baby shower for a colleague on my lunch hour, followed by over 2 hours in traffic to get home (for a whole 15 miles), due to hitting all the trains running east to west and a car stalled in the clogged interchange to the freeway. It was 6:30 when I rolled in, three hours later than normal. I had 30 minutes to get dinner prepared from the crockpot with salad to go with it, eat and call my Dad, as he expects me to call at EXACTLY at 7:00 (or he gets worried/upset - it's a "I'm 96 and this is the one thing I can control" issue which I TOTALLY get).
But it makes for a hectic arrival at home sometimes when either or both of us are late arriving.
So I wasn't happy to walk in to THIS on arrival home. Abby T. Labrador had murdered a couple of rolls of paper towels, that were left wrapped by the back door when the groceries were brought in the other day.
I turned the box so you could read the contact info.
But there was a couple bright notes - a call from the dog mom of
Simply Australian. Oh boy! Oh boy! They're in Cincinnati so my order got here quick. (By way of explanation: my grandfathers both died before I was born, and my grandmothers died before I was four. Our next door neighbors, an older couple from Australia, unofficially "adopted" my brother and I as our "grandparents" and I still treasure a little book about a kangaroo they inscribed to me before they passed). So, when I saw that sweet Roxie in Australia sent some to our friend Ernie for Valentine's Day I thought "it's been too long since I've had. . .
Tim Tams". You haven't lived until you've done the "Tim Tam Slam" where you bite off each chocolate covered end, exposing the delicate cookies and cream filled center and then sucked your coffee or tea though it, to then polish off the gooey remains.