Batteries Charged.

I had a great weekend in Reno, the wedding was a beautiful outdoor affair, we spent some time gambling, winning just enough to justify losing more (whoops) and seeing family. We were able to swing staying in a couple of nice hotels, and we had dinner oone night at a fantastic Japanese place. (I had the Chateaubriand, of all things, Tepanyaki style. Buttah, I tell ya.)

John and I had several good laughs, and I remember more clearly why I love him. A good weekend, in all, and most importantly for me, recharged my batteries for at least another few months. I was reaching critical levels of self-pity beforehand, and now I just feel stupid. Yeah, poor me. I think I need a good bitch-slap every now and again, but a weekend away works much better. I must find a way to do it more often.

Now, to spend time with my kids, I missed them terribly.