I am really on a roll this week. I guess I am usually too brain fried to think when Patrick is around. He comes home in two days. I really miss him. Last night we had severe thunderstorm and tornado warnings for our area. I kept worrying about him being in a tent. I really am a wory wart of a mother and I hate it, but I can't seem to stop. Today Matt and I were on a mission to find his new running shoes. He found a pair he really wanted. But for some reason, running shoes seem to stop at size 10.5. Nice if you happen to have a child with small feet. The larger sizes fly out of the stores. We called a dozen places, checked online and visited a few stores with no luck. So Matt had to settle for a slightly less ugly pair than what he originally wanted. Still green and gold, but not his first choice. Most of my unpacking is accomplished. I still have a load of wash to fold and put away, but that is about it. Now I can get through Christmas in July and then start packing again for the shore next week. Ah, the joys of summer!