[updated to add that the previously undisclosed location is warm and friendly Tulsa, OK because now that it's been disclosed, I thought I may as well update here, too. And now you know :)]
Yes, I know, I know, I'm getting emails, and so many of my lovely readers are understandably confused by this whole Tom on the road thing. I've been deliberately vague, but not intentionally confusing or aggravating with it, I promise. Truth is, it's difficult for me to balance how much to share publicly with goodness knows who is reading (I've seen the search words that lead people here, and we all know that those can be scary and creepy), while it's also impossible for me not to say anything at all as if nothing is different in my life.
Public nutshell bare bones and a wee bit less vague version: Tom will be working out of town for a period of time, but we see this as a good thing (the working, not "the apartness" because that's the not good part). I don't know exactly when I'll see him again, but when we do, it will likely mean that we've gotten our shit together a bit more so that we can get on with a life so full of hopefulness that it is bursting at the bloated seams (careful, I'm easily excitable), which would really just translate to pretty mundane regular and normal no big deal at all life stuff for folks who aren't all giddy like us crazy kids with big little dreams and whatnot.
Any of you all (y'all) listen to country music? Kind of how they can make boring everyday stuff seem all sappy and sentimental and awesome when you stop to really think about it, like "It's a Great Day to Be Alive" by Travis Tritt (song, lyrics) or "My Front Porch Looking In" by Lonestar (song, lyrics) or "Just Another Day in Paradise" by Phil Vassar (song, lyrics) or "Boris the Spider" by The Who (oops, just kidding, not that one) - yep, exactly that kind of sweet and simple life kind of sentiment is what I'm saying about our big little dreams of living happily ever after, amen.
Did that help explain? Any of it? At all?
All of this is just to say that after lots of hours of driving, sometimes in conditions that were a little bit on the white knuckle side, Tom has safely arrived at his undisclosed location (that I'll probably disclose eventually anyway because I don't see why that would matter, but I'm still sorting out my boundaries).