I'm in North Florida visiting one of my closest friends and her family.  When I come here, it's like going home.  They are like family and I usually end up wanting to live here again.  But then I remember that R is nearby and it would probably not be a good idea.  I got here around 8:30 this morning and they picked me up at the airport.  We went to have breakfast and then did a little shopping.

Last night, I spent the evening with a friend and her family.  Brian was working all evening and all night at a nearby performance shop.  After spending a week and a half doing nothing, this company paid him a thousand bucks to finish a race car by this morning.  As usual, when there is work to be done he will do whatever it takes.  He worked all night and got home just in time to take me to the airport. 

I was happy to see him.  On Thursday night his friends called around 10:30 at night and he went to the races.  I feel really distant from him and I told him this morning.  I get home tomorrow at 3.  I hope he'll do something or at the least have time that we can spend together.  I probably should not expect anything.  At counseling he said he was shocked  (but understood) when we had talked and I was not sure of his love when he was so sure of it.  I wonder if he truly realizes why?  Part of the reason I doubt us so much is because there are never any nice things or any thank you's for the things I do for him.

Anyway, enough random thoughts.  I am headed over to a friends for lunch and then we are all going to go eat and maybe go to a club tonight.  I have not been to a club with my jacksonville friends since we went on a cruise together a few years ago.  it should be fun.