So, um, Love Letters? Hello?

It's not written yet.  I'm sorry, I knew this week would be hellishly busy, but I only needed a few hours.  I haven't had a few hours, not unless you count the time when I'm sleeping.

I got my mother from the airport Saturday, and she promptly decided to throw not one, but two parties, complete with ludicrous amounts of alcohol, so things have been hectic at home.  I took tomorrow off, in order to go and get my dad from the airport at  seven am (why? my god, why these awful early flights?) and then they have Plans, capital P, that involve me being available.  I see my folks once a year, they're visiting from Germany, I need to be available.  

I'm going to try to find the time to write a shorter update tomorrow, or will give you a long and incredibly fulsome one later in the week, I promise.  I would try to stay up late and finish it tonight, but I'm feeling at the end of my rope.  I feel frayed, my man is on edge, there's brittle merriment and lots of wine and genuine love and affection, but it's all tangled in with a morass of duty and expectation that makes me step very lightly.

So, there it is.  I'm sorry for the delay, I truly am, I'll try to get something done Tuesday afternoon and posted, and if I can't I'll write through my lunches at work, because apart from that I have no time.  No.  Time.


PS-Aw, thanks for the comments so far, you make me feel better:)  As does my mom's amazing cooking, so.  Guess I just needed some lovin', as she'd say.