We’re back in the RV. I love it. I missed being in here so much. It’s like living in a fun, cardboard, refrigerator box fort with my best friend. Although Andy’s first night back wasn’t very good for him. We think it might have been the last slice of pizza from the MGM, but, we’ll never really know what kept him up all night writhing in searing agony and eventually, against all of his natural instincts, puking in the painfully small, non private RV bathroom.

I have only known Andy to puke twice before this time. Both were alcohol related. Once on New Year’s Eve when a friend knew the bar owners and they left bottles of Jagermeister out on the bar to drink at will. I won’t embarrass him any more by telling the whole sorted story of me driving him home in a friends car and him hanging out the passenger’s window throwing up on the side of the car. The other time was when I was out of town and he went out with the peer pressuring hockey team. I only saw the aftermath of the evening with one hungover husband. I’d say that’s a pretty good record for five years.

I was worried about him last night, but he seems to have come through this trial of fire alright.

Did I mention that I am elated that baseball is done for this year?