North...

...To Alaska! That's where my hubby is going. In approximately 12 days Sparky will depart for the North Slope. Why? He's going to work there. Is it my first choice? Absolutely not. However, a change is necessary, therefore, a change is here.

In additional job news, he's applied, interviewed, and preliminarily accepted a position with Boeing. Surprise. This position is also in Alaska. This is a permanent position. At this point we're putting it in God's hands. We've put our needs in place, and if it's not acceptable to the position, then it's simply not meant to be. End of conversation.

I have to admit. The move has me worried. We both know that we don't want to end up in Alaska. It's a nice state, it looks gorgeous, but it's a long, long way from family. Sparky knows that he wants to be in Minnesota, and well, I'm just okay with that. Though not necessarily where we are. We'll see what happens. In the meantime, absolutely nothing has been resolved by our decision. Everything is still flopping in the wind. At this point, it's just our of our hands...and in His. Just like everything else.

In other news, fall has arrived in Southern Minnesota. It's cool, the windows are open the soft, cool breeze is slipping over the window sills, and I'm ready for a peaceful, solid slumber. Too bad there's laundry to do, blogs to write, emails to catch up on, and facebook to check. And of course, Sparky's back to rub. Usually I'd brush him off and tell him that I will another night...but our night's are numbered, and there will be many in between that he falls asleep alone. So tonight, I bid adeiu and go to rub my hubby's back.

'Til later.