It turned into an impromptu sleep-over last night-not a very festive occasion, but each of us seeking comfort in the others. Silas and Cinnamon, of course, came home with me from the police station after we’d been checked out at the hospital and I’d recovered enough to give my testimony. Everything had been recorded from the wire I wore, so I was ( Read more... )

It was finally Saturday. I promised myself that I would sleep in as long as I wanted, then I was going to go play with Maizie all day. We would go to the park, have coffee at Tovoni’s, paint her nails and put ribbons in her hair, and anything else she wanted to do. We were having a Maizie-Day.

( 11:00 a.m. )

Maybe it was having someone near who was so close to Dag in a life that I knew nothing about. Maybe it was the crash from all the adrenalin rush that I’d been through in the past month. Maybe because I was sleeping with Maizie in Dag’s apartment. Maybe it’s because I’m just a bad person and they are just reward for my sins. Whatever. The nightmares ( Read more... )

It is time to get back to my studies. What have I lost? Two months? Lars reminded me Christmas evening that my thesis is due in just three weeks. It’s almost done, but I really have to focus these next two weeks.

( 11:30 a.m. )

OMG! It’s beautiful. I got to the office this morning and Cinnamon was sitting behind a new desk where my old desk used to be. The walls have been painted a soft green. There were plants and a new rug.

( 11:00 a.m. )

I thought our troubles were over when we were finally on the plane from Amsterdam to Seattle. I gotta say that Angel knows her business as a travel agent. We sailed through security. I bought a few items at the Duty Free shops at the airport and we were treated like royalty in First Class. Oops. I guess it’s Business Class on this airline. Felt ( Read more... )

I’m not even sure where I am at the moment. I woke up about 7:00 and we’re still on the train. I know we changed trains someplace in Switzerland in the middle of the night, so I suppose we’re in France. Angel said something about flying home from Amsterdam. Home. That’s all I care about right now. I just want to go curl up in my very own bed and ( Read more... )

Washington crossed the Delaware River on Christmas Eve. I got to cross the Adriatic Sea. Washington’s crossing was about a mile. Mine was about 100 miles. At least I had a motor.

( 5:00 p.m. )

I didn’t want to get out of bed this morning. Yeah, it was a nice comfortable bed and I felt like I hadn’t had a good night’s sleep in a month. I remember waking up during the night and crying some more and then going back to sleep. It seems like such a huge betrayal that Dag died believing he’d inadvertently killed Simon and here he was just ( Read more... )

It was a struggle to get started this morning. Jetlag hit me big time and I had three cups of coffee that were thick enough to cut with a knife before I got in my rental car and headed south. I got a fast car and drove too fast all the way from Zagreb to Split. The border crossing into Bosnia and Herzogovina, then back out again wasn’t too bad, but ( Read more... )