Homeward Bound

It's weird how this sign makes me so happy when I cross the state line.

I'm headed home today. By home, I mean Sweet Home Alabama. I often confuse my coworkers when I say I'm going home. They usually think I mean home to Brentwood. Most of the time this is what I mean, but this weekend, I'm headed to Florence for all of about 24 hours. It's going to be a very short trip since I have to work before leaving, but it will be well worth it. I haven't seen my family for more than a couple of hours in five or six weeks since they were out of town the last time I went home.

I'm hoping to visit with some good friends, spend time with my parents and Emma, and visit Grandaddy. Our usual plan is to not tell him I'm coming home in case my plans fall through. Really, he wouldn't remember if he was told I was coming, but I'd rather surprise him than chance him being disappointed. It's so hard being in their house without Grams, but I did promise her I would take care of him, so that's what I'll do. I can deal with being uncomfortable and sad when I see his smile and remember all the good times spent in that house.

I'm glad I'll be able to practice with the choir at my home church this weekend, too. I've been practicing the Easter Cantata in my little bit of free time and it's going pretty well, but I've marked some places that need work. Sometimes, I just can't hear my part with the CD. It will be a nice change to sing with my friends and not alone with the accompaniment CD.

It's going to be a busy and fast weekend, but a very welcome break from tax returns, junk food and late nights at the office. 10 o'clock or later four nights this week has been very hard. Thursday marked the halfway point of busy season, but we're far from seeing the light at the end of the tunnel.