After a week of feeling uncomfortable, my best friend is home and what a glorious homecoming it was. I got a call at 5 PM as I was sitting in front of this computer.
"YES!" was the jubilant cry on the other end. "I am so glad to be home."
"It feels like you've been gone for weeks."
"I hate to talk bad about my daughter, but she is a terrible housekeeper."
I laughed as Rosa is not the best of housekeepers herself. They must have been pretty bad.
"I'm hungry and tired and I am going to go crawl into the bed," Rosa said.
"I'll bring you some supper," I replied. "Tuna salad sandwiches sound okay?"
"You don't have to go to any trouble," she told me. "Let me just go to sleep. I can't wait to crawl into my own bed for a change. I slept on the couch for a week."
"Night and I will talk to you in the morning."
"Coming to get me?"
"First thing," I said and we hung up the phone.
It is just comforting to know she is back in the same town as me. We will have all day tomorrow to spend together.