They returned home in one piece. I had an email this morning, saying they got back home from JFK around 11 and then Bob went into work after that. He's a better person than I am. I had to take the day off after I went on my trip. There was no way in hell I was going to be productive if I went to work. Shoot, I'm hardly productive now. So I guess all of my worrying was for nothing. I did have a scary peek at the possibility that I could be turning into my mother. Shudder. I perish at the thought. Tonight he wants me to come over and check out his pictures. I have way too much of my own to do so I'm going to have to pass (which may actually be for the best) but I'm sure I'll get to hear all of the stories and see pictures at some point this weekend. It's just enough knowing he's back home again.

I am seriously getting excited at the prospect of going back to school next year! This is turning into a feesible thing. I've gotten some info from Millersville (which would be ideal because its the closest to where I live now) and I'm in contact with my alma mater. Also looking for info from Penn State and maybe York College. I'm kind of shying away from York though since I took that journalism class there two years ago and they charged me as a grad level student just because I already have my B.A. Bastards. That class wasn't even a grad level class (I think it was like a 200 level English). We'll see. The only sticking point, fly in the ointmen, whatever you want to call it, is the financial situation. I'm still paying back my student loan from the first four years. Just barely able to make those payments at that. I would need to borrow more if I want to do this. Blah. So complicated.

Planning on starting the training program my hockey coach put together for us. I've been going to the gym pretty regularly (o.k., you can stop your laughing now) the last couple of weeks but if I want to really be in shape for the season I need to do this and stick to it. Shoot, I may even drop some weight if I stick to it! Hey, I can dream.