Sunday, Sunday

I have always hated Sundays, it signals the end of the weekend and back to "reality."  Reality changes over time, but Sundays are still not my favorite.

The home inspection for the new place went well.  Only minor stuff.  Yet, lovely California had 1000s of more papers for us to sign - all kinds of information is required for us to look over - we have mines, power plants, tsunami zones..  not technically in an earthquake zone though - too far from the fault lines.  :)

Becca went home today.  Life is different with a 12-year-old.  I learned a lot! haha.  Glad to be in my 30s, not 12!

Going to try to get my film on the house developed tomorrow and take the kids someplace fun, as usual...