Head over heels...

Another week in Kentucky has passed--and far too quickly. In just a few days, I'll be flying back to Alaska and although I have sorely missed Darice and the pets (and by extension, Ron, who is still in Korea), it will be wrenching to leave Dennae and Richie and my little boys again. They don't know I'll be returning in December to stay with them for an extended period of time. Without a clear concept of the passage of time they'd probably drive their parents insane with questions. So for the time being, I'll be leaving them with the promise that I'll return as soon as I can.

Dustin and Hunter have been going to the YMCA each morning and spending the day in lots of fun activities, but Cannon has stayed home with me while Dennae sleeps. He's an active, inquisitive, and very intelligent little boy and I find it's quite a challenge to keep up with him. It didn't help matters any that I took a tumble in front of the local Cracker Barrel last Sunday morning and hurt both legs and my face badly. I've been hobbling around ever since and chasing after a 2-year-old has been even tougher than usual. But I'll heal and days like the ones I've been spending here in Kentucky are too few and far between to worry about a few aches and pains.

Until the next time...