I woke up this morning to snow falling. It was so beautiful, I didn't want to leave home. I just wanted to make myself a nice hot bath, and then a cup of hot Godiva chocolate, and curl up with my book in front of the fire. I've become such a homebody. I know it's not my cancer, because I had a strong inclination that way before. But, I went with a friend to New York to see Sogyal Rinpoche speaking. The days were so long that by the end of the retreat I was so ready to be home with my hubby and puppy. My friend was really nice to travel with. But, lying in the bed with her, I wanted so much to turn over and feel Mac the Lab and cuddle up to him.
After I got back home, I swore I would never do that again, I missed home so so much. I suppose from a Buddhist point of view you could call that clinging... wanting the security of my home and dog and husband around me. I truly admit it. However, I also admit that if my days are numbered, I don't want to spend them being unhappily separated from the people and beings I love.
I came home and asked John, "Did you miss me?" He said "I was too busy studying." I said "I didn't miss you either, so there."
7:16:22 PM 
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