I am returning to Georgia tonight. If everything goes smoothly when I arrive, I will take my usual nap and then sneak out to work behind the bar for a while. That is, until I get bored. Xander called. I wish I could get used to the phone. Takes time, I guess. She says that I have a lot of messages waiting for me when I get back. I assume a lot of them are from Father Vry – from the Our Lady of Lourdes cathedral back in Paris. I told him I was moving to America, gave him the number and address for the manor. I have forgotten to contact him, really, since moving. And come to think of it, I haven’t found a new church home since leaving Paris. No place just feels quite as right as Lourdes did. I assume I have a couple of messages from Dariath as well. I suppose I’ll see when I get there. I never really know what to expect when visiting the manor. Most of the time it’s rather high-school-like drama that I could certainly live without. Sometimes it’s as if the place drains all happiness out of its patrons – yet to some, it seems to have the opposite effect. Strange. I’ll just stick to my happy tea behind the bar and see what happens. Every night is a new night, though filled with the same routine. Speaking of routine … I should go now before my bus leaves … Wish me luck?