Exhausted, but happy

Although my two Hombres Manches would hardly agree, tonight was a lovely evening. We drove to the north shore of Lake Pontchartrain for dinner with the family of one Hombre Manche. Although the service was a complete disaster, I was completely happy watching the sun stain the waves red and playing with two small children. I realized, again, how much I miss the water. I'm really not picky, I'd be thrilled with a creek or river. Somewhere to listen to the water and turn into a fish. While others focused on the complaints, I simply had no room for them (the complaints, that is). Why concentrate on the negatives when there are so many positives? I sound so cheesy I'm making myself nauseous, lol.

So tomorrow's the last day here in New Orleans... a short day and then flying back around 4pm. I'm really looking forward to being home, with Aaron, and just everything that is near and dear to me. At the moment, I can barely see the words I'm typing, I'm that tired. I figure I'll sleep when I'm dead; and the last thing I want to do is to return to that lonely suite to feel lonely all by my lonesome. But... as I think my brain waves have officially flatlined, perhaps it's time to head up.