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I'm heading home in about 20 minutes and will hopefully be on the road for NB by about 5:30pm.

Some points about the drama that is "Me getting ready to go home."

• I haven't packed.
• Andrew hasn't packed.
• I'm hungry and a little cranky right now.
• I have to work in Moncton on the weekend. This is adding extra stress - I'll be away from my yarn for 4 nights. (Andrew will be home tomorrow night - he'll have to keep it company)
• I will panic about what I'm taking with me and will undoubtedly worry that I've forgotten something.
• I will forget something.
• We will have to go back for that thing I forgot.
• Andrew will sigh and roll his eyes but he'll turn the car around.
• While I'm in the house, I'll remember something else I forgot (that will be my sunglasses).
• I will have brought too much stuff with me.
• Andrew is exhausted, so I hope he'll let me drive...
• He'll insist that he is fine. I'll protest. A small black cloud will form in the car (that would be me). When we stop for gas, he'll let me drive.
• I already feel like I need a coffee...
• No, I need a Cafe Mocha from Starbucks.

We have to stop at Tangled Skeins to drop off some stitch markers. I spent my packing time last night making them because I was in avoidance mode... and I was doing laundry.

I'm worried about seeing my grandfather - I know he is more frail than when I saw him last, but I don't want to upset him by being emotional. I made this kind of trip several years ago when the lady who took care of me when I was little was in the hospital (she was my other mother - her name was Bessie, but I called her Bebe). I didn't know it then, but it would be the last time I saw her. She died about a week later.

I don't know if this will be the last time I see Gramps. I hope not. But we don't always get what we want or what we hope for, do we?

See you next week.