I'm still alive. Ian is now home, he got home safe and sound on Friday early evening.
There's lots going on, but I don't have much time to blog.
Needless to say, things are going okay. It's a bit rocky this time around. I have a routine, and Ian messes that up. I'm trying to make him feel welcome, but it's tough. I'm so used to being alone, and he is used to me needing him a whole lot more than I do now. But we are working it out, slowly but surely.
He might have a job closer to home. More on that as the situation develops.
Love you all!