Eight...

Eight is a magical number...

Its the number of days until I get to pick up my Sir and bring him home.

I got that news this morning, well this afternoon.  As I type this I am fairly certain that he is somewhere between I'm guessing Ireland and being stateside.  At least that is my guess I don't know anything for certain, not until my phone rings to tell me that he is on this side of the Ocean.

I cried this afternoon, a happy cry.  I was just overwhelmed with this feeling of ease and excitement.  He's going to be home soon.  It helped that he was feeling better in more ways than one.  There was a good 15 minutes or so of just My Sir... My Jingles... I love you... I love you too...  over and over.  It was like I was sitting with my Sir and relaxed, and this feeling of comfort and ease because soon enough he will be home.  It was something I know I needed.

I got several errands completed today.  I have to go back to the DMV tomorrow... I didn't grab my clearance sheet on the taxes, so I had everything else ready for them today.  I have to go back, get a temp registration, go take it to get the emissions done and then hope that it will pass, and then once thats done I can go get a permanent registration.  If it doesn't pass I'm not sure what I can do myself to get it fixed.  However, I am not going to worry about it until I get to that bridge.

I have a week, I want to get everything said, done and ready to go by monday- Then I have everything, laid back, relaxed, so that I can sail into wednesday and not have to worry about anything.

Time for me to do a little reading and then hit they hay.  Here's hoping I hear from my Sir tonight.

♥Always♥
Your wench