Anything that could go wrong, has gone wrong. At least for my husband and I, over the course of the last couple of weeks. From the minor things of Ally missing job ops and my car engine light turning on (with the mechanic always closed!), to a major extermination. I have been struggling to stay upbeat and positive. The final straw was when I found my husband in a diabetic hypo on Thursday night, resulting in my first true 911 call and a couple of nights spent in ICU. When it rains, it pours.
We were supposed to go to North Carolina over Labor Day Weekend. Alasdair was devastated that our plans fell through. To get his mind off of things, we went local. He has a fascination with the American Civil War, because he never learned about in growing-up in Scotland. We went to Manassas and learned about Stonewall Jackson. It was really hot out, but it was really nice to get out and about. Clear our heads and spend quality time together.
After we looked at the Civil War Memorials on the battle ground of Bull Run, we relaxed with a glass of wine at the delicious Bull Run Winery. It turned out to be a great day.