Happy Easter. It's very quiet here, without Miguel, Kirsten, and Ian. Rachel and I have been hanging out. We made snickerdoodles this afternoon, and yesterday we watched all the episodes of General Hospital that were recorded while I was away. I really like the PVR on the satellite tv. I know, I could probably think of a better use for that particular feature, something educational, but Luke's back on GH and so at the moment, I'm in.

Work is fantastic. I missed it so much. I feel all happy, inside. Even getting the truck stuck in the snow yet again today didn't upset me. I shouldn't drive. I should just walk. I haven't even set foot in the truck since Miguel left, but tonight Rachel persuaded me that she really needed a ride to her friend's place. I managed to move the truck about ten feet before getting it stuck. She walked. I spent about 45 minutes trying different things - wood and dog food and floor mats and cardboard under the wheels, and dug a whole lot of snow out from underneath it. No luck. Then my new neighbours showed up and made 'damsel in distress' comments, and pulled it out in about three seconds. So I emailed Miguel and told him we had to add them to the list of those who have helped me extricate the truck and other vehicles from sand/mud/snow/flat tires. It's a long list.

Tomorrow we're having Easter dinner with the other abandoned spouses. And children. I think it comes out to 3 adults and 8 or 9 children. Rachel and I are bringing salad. The truck is now parked in the detachment parking lot, behind the house, rather than in the driveway, so I might even be able to drive there....