He's home, he's fine and he's sleeping.
What a relief.
My son has been in America these past 10 days with friends. Only it's gone to pot and he's desperate to get home. His flight leaves in two days and I'm constantly on msn talking to him to make sure he's ok.
I'm worried sick and I have a permanent headache.
He may be all grown up but to me he's still my boy. No body told me that when you become a mother you continue worrying about them into adulthood.
I should have guessed really, eh?
*sigh*
...that the Incas believed cocoa was brain food?
I wonder how much chocolate I'll need to get over Blogger's Block?
I'm not in a rush to come back to Blogland. Not as sore as I was but I've picked up the knitting needles again and I'm indulging myself in other past-times. And Spring has arrived here in Chauteau DB so it's too nice to play indoors.
Maybe more later.
Maybe.
...but couldn't resist sharing this link
Very, very clever