But the trip was still great. I got to meet TDM's mom and her partner of 25 years, his dad, step mother, brother and sister, and several friends. And on the way back, I saw Conor in Portland, which is good since he's heading back to Ireland in a couple of months for good.
Java had a lovely time, rolling in something dead in Eugene on the way up so that the car smelled hilarious for a full day, running around on the beach with TDM's mom's dog, eating frogs or mushrooms or something in the forest and tripping out and then puking during a hike. Yep, she likes roadtrips and makes for a pretty good road dog.
Now, I'm waiting for my back to stop aching (one night on an air mattress was all it took) and for my stomach to stop roiling, as it has been doing for the last 36 hours. Ow. But lucky me, TDM is making ginger and carrot soup. I'm going to catch up on work email and update our database with registrants from Families in the Desert, and then we'll watch some more of "The Wire" (so great, that show) before bed. And tomorrow, back to work.
It was a nice trip, but I'm glad to be home, and I'm glad he's home with me.
Also, before I forget--my poem "Long Distance Romance" has been published in Spindle Magazine.
And if you haven't seen it yet, you should see the Living Dead Girlz's parody of Kelly's "Shoes"--it's called, appropriately, "Brains", and it's hysterical. I'm proud of these folks: