Yesterday I got in the Murano and drove up to Pacific Grove in Monterey. A home needed my help and I was on the way. Our good friend the honorable Captain of Special Forces Patrick Flood is taking a break from his deployments to Afghanistan and scored himself a nice little home in PG where he can study hard as he attends the graduate school here.
He was suddenly left on his own to move into a new house and try to make it his own. But they were in need of help...of my help, both Flood and the house.
We are about 42 hrs into the project and it is going well. Flood is able to envision this house as his home with every box we unpack.
Back in LA, where my home is, my heart misses being there. To hold and kiss my two boys and extra kisses to the little one. So before I went to sleep tonight I watched a few movies of Tavian to make me feel better.
BEST
Color coding Patrick's ties and folding them perfectly to fit in his top drawer. When you open it a blast a fabulousness hits you as you stare at all the colors and patterns neatly coordinated. It is just one of those moments in life...
Also I did not junk out on food during my 5 hour drive by myself on Thursday. Usually I convince myself that since I am on the road I deserve an In n Out cheeseburger with fries. It will help me get through the next hour. BUT not this time baby! I made it on packed-from-home strawberries, nectarines, and yogurt.
WORST
It is very cold up here as I am cuddled under three blankets while wearing a hooded sweatshirt to asleep. Another long day tomorrow but the results will be sooo good brotha!