Hurricane Irene.

I made it back to D.C. today, two suitcases (one carry-on, one larger) in hand. Just in time to be completely unprepared for Hurricane Irene. I don't even have my normal toiletries & groceries, let alone emergency ones. All I have is a salad from the airport, a small bag of trail mix, and the goodwill of my new landlords.

Nevertheless, it will be an interesting first weekend.

Tomorrow morning I will go "hunting" for supplies. Tomorrow afternoon I'm supposedly doing a rescheduled meeting that was supposed to be on Sunday. Seriously, back to the grind -- not even in town 24 hours and already back to work.

I miss Nevada. I miss my house, my bed, my unemployed-ness. And I miss Mr. TPG - a lot. Hopefully I will survive these next four months living out of my suitcase, living 2,600 miles away from my dear husband. While I was planning to go back once a month, earlier this week I tearfully declared it would be every three weeks. Guess I will just rack up frequent flyer miles this fall!