Why Did I Come Home?

Thinking I would be relaxed coming home instead of dancing, I skipped class and headed for what I thought would be salvation from stress. Guess again. I called Hubby on the way. He was off today and I didn't see him online at all today. He is usually online for at least a little bit to talk to me. I have no idea what he did or if he was even here. He had told me he had "stuff to do." When I called he said he was driving out to meet some guy about motorcycle parts or something. I would need to take care of the hound upon arrival. Fine. That's no issue.

When I got home, I saw that the trash can was in the middle of the driveway. Apparently, Hubby couldn't take it back into the house. I had to drive around it and avoid driving on the lawn. I decided to bring the trash can in to the garage. I took a step onto the concrete and SLAM! I fell. I slid and landed on my arm. I'm sure my BIL enjoyed that if he saw it. He lives next door to us and he hates me. So, I'm sure that was amusing for him. I went inside and took care of the hound. Took him out, fed him; and then I decided to try again to get the trash can. This time, I walked through the lawn instead of the driveway. Much smarter move. No more slipping. I did notice, however, tire treads all over the yard. I presume Hubby did that, though I have no idea why he was driving around the yard today. No clue.

Now I'm here for a couple hours until he gets back from wherever. I am exhausted. I wish I felt better. I think I need a drink! Since I have no wine handy, I guess tea will have to do.