Going home is a real treat for me. It always means seeing the people that matter most in my life. I used to think I'd be going home for the comfort of my own bed, yummy home-cooked meals, and real hot shower, but--although those things are a real plus--those really aren't the reasons I strive to get home every weekend. Friday means history class and a race to get home to see my parents and, most times, Kristofer. I got back to school late this morning, just before my class at 12:40. I won't be able to do that next semester with a class at 8:40, so I'm enjoying it now while I can. Spent almost all of today sitting in front of, what else, my computer. Hours and hours were plugged away working on the church thing, Together Dancing. Fortunately I managed to cover a lot of script today and fixed what I had previously done. I'm learning more about Powerpoint than I ever have before. Anyway, it's going well. I have to go to rehearsal tomorrow so we can test it out, which means I still have more hours of editing ahead of me. Sick of still images, I transitioned to the band camp video. It's in my nature to develope a desire to do something when I should be doing something else. More hours used up filling in photos and video clips, music, and text. I'm a bit worried about the length of it--it's running just over 45 minutes now. But I'm pretty much at the end of camp, so I think I might be okay. If it's boring in some parts I'll go back and do some hacking--much less painful when words are not involved. Speaking of words, no response from T yet about auditions for Thread. I'm still crossing my fingers to have them done before winter break so we can schedule another reading, but who knows. Since I've mentioned all the visual images of today, I feel inclined to note the dramatic change in temperature today. I went to bed last night freezing; got up for another comforter. Woke up cold, too. Cody must have been chilly as well, for he was bundled in the comforters all morning and didn't get up except to bark at the tv. All day was cold, like Flagstaff without the wind (thank goodness). I've decided that I don't like Scottsdale winters. They're short and unpredictable. One day it's freezing, and the next day we're wearing t-shirts again. Winters are terrible without snow. If it's going to be cold, it had better be white. It looks like Kris is going to make it down again this weekend. That makes me very happy. Mom and dad are flying to PA Thursday to help grandma pack, which means I have to go home to take care of Cody and I'll be all by my onesy self. So if Kris comes down, it will be nice to have the company. And besides, without him I'll be bored out of my mind. The church performances are this weekend and Kris and I are planning to take another hike up Camelback like last weekend, only this time we'll bring Pony and take an easier trail. Well, the day is done. My bed here is actually extremely comfortable, and just happens to sing when it gets late..."come to bed..." Nighty, night Carrie