|all the stuff we saved|
And that is true. I can honestly say the days have been pretty bad. But there are some days that are much badder than others. And today was one of those days.
Traffic is so bad with all the extra people here, and all the construction on nearby roads, it takes an hour to do a 15 minute trip to the hairdresser. I made it to Carrie's only to find that I have a single pair of capri pants when I thought I would have a basket full of clothing options. I now have FOUR outfits.
|dogs on camper sofa|
I stopped at the insurance company to give them the titles to our cars. The adjuster told me they would have a check for me. But that wasn't exactly true.
|door is splitting open|
By the time I got home at 6:30, my anxiety was super high. I pulled into the driveway and just sat there, relived at least I was home. Frank found me sobbing on the front porch. He said DiNozzo had been watching the door non-stop since I left. And now he was beside himself that I was out there.
DiNozzo knew. He knew I had crossed that line. And he knew he needed to be with me to lead me back.