Everything is going to be juuuuust fine

I think I have some insight now into what the seventh level of hell looks like.  I can't describe it perfectly, but it's something along the lines of that place you get to when all Google does is send you in circles trying to renew your blog, all the while sending you warnings that your blog of eight years will soon be "available to other users" when it doesn't renew by tomorrow.

I was literally sobbing in front of the computer when my daughter came in to comfort me (and rescue the dogs, who hate sobbing.)  All I could envision, as I chased my tail online, was that all of my posts and the history of my life would be gone *poof* in an instant.  I was not a happy camper.

That is, until I found the ONE little itty bitty thing I was missing as I went round and round (like a record, baby), which saved the day.  I am now renewed for the year and FINALLY able to log into my admin account for the first time in a while.  What a relief!

My daughter has since left with her friend for the college preview night at the high school.  They're only 8th graders, but they're both on that wonderful college track and already excited about where they might continue their education.  I couldn't be happier about that, truly.  While she's gone, I will be calming down and hopefully catching my breath for the evening.  I don't think it helped my emotional see-saw that I only got about five hours of sleep last night.  Nobody's fault but my own -- I just couldn't seem to fall asleep and decided it would be more interesting to watch some tv.  Thank goodness for DVR items because after midnight there truly isn't much worth watching.  My fun choice?  Killing Reagan!  It was actually pretty good and I'm hopeful that it was historically accurate.  Because I'm definitely not going to be fact checking.

Noelle and I went to the Reagan library over the summer and were knocked out by how impressive it was.  Funny story: my mom and I both feel a connection to him because he and my grandfather looked so much alike!  Walking through his library and seeing so many pictures almost felt like being around my beloved Grampa again.  I love that.  Unfortunately, it made their burial site a bit more emotional than expected and there were definitely tears.  Noelle thought it a bit strange until I pulled up a picture of my grandfather for her to compare.  She got it then.

While on the topic, here are some photos of our day!

Seeing a piece of the Berlin Wall was pretty powerful for both of us.