Remember yesterday?

Well, to finish up quickly from yesterday.  The day was so full of activity and emotion that it really did a number on Jerry.  He did something he's never done before. Once we unpacked the car and unloaded some groceries, I couldn't find Jerry.  I kept calling him but "no answer".    So, I went over to the front windows and saw him outside down in the yard, with his shirt unbuttoned.  What?  What was he doing?  I called him to come in.  He kept going up and down the stairs.  Like he was needing to do something, but I kept calling him inside. 

By the time he got upstairs, he had his pants off.  "WHAT? What are you doing?"   I was totally taken back.  I mean, people walk around their houses in their underwear all the time, but not Jerry.  So, there he was in his cute little fruit of the loom briefs. (Try not to envision it.  It was not a pretty sight.  He's not Chippedale, ya know.)  Anyway, it really poked a hole in my already mentally exhausted brain and I was trying not to react by crying or crumbling or getting angry.  So we went upstairs and changed into shorts.

I hope this is not a sign of things to come.  Can't help but think about that.  We'll cross that bridge when we come to it.