While You Were Out

I have not taken a two week vacation like EVER! But I came back home after an incredible, once-in-a-lifetime trip to Israel to find the following:

a big bin of snail mail with a "Welcome Home!!" note from Jo, our mail carrier

two voice messages from the City of Pembroke Pines about their open IT Director position (!)

an empty refrigerator

a craving for Popeyes chicken and other "real" food

a ton of laundry

the news that my BFF's brother, Hal, had passed away.

Hal was a jerk, even when he was 18 and figured his good looks made him a Divine Gift To Women.  When the kids came into money he tried to get more than the generous legacy Sheryl left him.  He was a smooth talker and loved nothing more than showing off his Lexus, his Rolex and other meaningless trappings of pomposity.  His death belies my theory that only the good die young (he was only 64).

But Sheryl (with her tremendous heart) loved him and I'm sure welcomes him with open arms. 

Good to be home..