Another manic weekend, but this one was sad, too. My sister is moving to Dubai, and had her farewell party on Saturday night. The drinking was probably even heavier after the match, too. We was definitely robbed. Sunday morning, after clearing up all the debris and packing up all the stuff that she can’t take with her, and so we ended up taking home with us (television, clothes, toys, games), we walked to the pub. We work out that if they come back and stay for a couple of weeks in the summer, we will get to see each other more than we do presently. Still, Thanksgiving won’t be the same. When we said goodbye, I managed to keep the tears from flowing, almost, but was glad to be wearing sunglasses. If I’d looked her in the eyes, I’m sure I would have howled, and then we both would have completely lost it. So, leavetaking wasn’t particularly tender, just a quick hug and “see ya” before I dived into the car for sanctuary. Hope she realises how much I miss her already.