Well I have come home to the USA.  Been here almost 2 weeks and my mom has been in the hospital for most of that time.

The dogs really love it, they have a big garden to run around and a big house to mess up.  They have settled in really well.

I need to get a job and everything else sorted out that I need to do.

Last night I went with my dad to see Mamma Mia!  It was great, listening to all those Abba songs that I grew up with and the story line of the musical was really interesting.  Unfortunately, I felt guilty about enjoying myself without Paul and I miss being able to share these things with him.

When I told one of my friends this, this morning.  She reminded me that he would not have even wanted to go with me to see it.  When we were first married we used to go to London at least once a year to see a play or musical and we quite enjoyed doing this.  The last few years he never wanted to go out with me anywhere all he wanted to do was to sit there on his computer and ignore me whenever he could.