home. for a little bit.

   There is a saying on the road--Drink your water, get your rest, and save your coin.  

   Since I have started my brief stint back home, I have been pretty good at doing all three.  Except maybe getting my rest, but I toss that up to the red-eye I took home on Sunday night.  It is not in me to understand how somebody can be sitting practically straight up (yes, I do know about those glorious two inches one is allowed to recline when you are not either taking off or landing, but really, two inches is two inches, people!), legs cramped and curled in front of them, with their head fallen to the side and still sleeping like a baby.  In fact, it makes me so jealous.  

   I should have been able to sleep.  I exerted plenty of energy doing two shows, I did not consume any caffeine or even sugar; heck, I even took a couple swigs from my bottle of prescription cough syrup that is laced with codeine, but I still didn't sleep a wink.  Halfway through the plane trip, I gave up on sleeping and decided to eat the two chocolate cookies I had stuffed in my purse in case thing got desperate.  But then, to add to my fantasies of a bed on which I could actually fully stretch out on, I started being tantalized by the thought of cool, clear water.  My mouth suddenly felt so dry and my tongue was starting to stick to the roof of my mouth.  It was then that I decided to do something that I had sworn not to: I paged the stewardess and offered her my two dollars for some water.  Water, folks!  Something that you can almost always get for free--something that my body is made up of at a ridiculously high percentage.  Desperate times call for desperate measures, I guess.  So, even though I was still exhausted and miserable because sleep continued to allude me, at least I was no longer thirsty. 

   The nice thing is that I landed over an hour earlier than scheduled.  Happily, I called Drew at 5:15 am and told him the good news.  He hadn't left yet, but would right away.  Also, he had to break some news to me:

   Jess, since you got home earlier than I expected, I didn't have time to clean the kitchen. Or take out the trash. Or clean the car...

   Hmmm.  I had been gone for almost six months, but since I arrived home an hour ahead of schedule, Drew didn't get the chance to complete all of his chores.  I guess he needed six months and one hour. That made me laugh...We did them together later on, which was probably more fun than doing them by himself anyway.  

    I also got to see my kittens--who are now full-fledged cats!  From the looks of it, they were very well taken care of by Michele, and even our tiny little Percy-girl is now sporting a round belly.  Tally has been sleeping on my side of the bed, which means that I am sleeping diagonally towards Drew, to leave room for him.   I love those kitties so much; they really are apart of our family!

   It has been beautiful seeing my family and friends--little Judah is even talking in full sentences now; and thank God he remembers me!  Drew and I are about to go and get me a new ipod to replace the one that recently went AWOL, as well as some new audition music.  I am enjoying feeling like a normal person who lives with her husband...

  I leave early tomorrow morning for Boston, but I get to come back in three weeks for a wedding, so this good-bye should be a good one--or at least, as good as they come.