I Want to Go Home - Atleast, Today I Do

I want to go home.  Today, I really want to go home.  Home to Miami; home to my granddaughter; home to somewhere  life is somewhere near normal as we know it,  I want to buy my old house back.  I want central air and heat, so if I am cold, I can set the thermostat to heat, and if I am hot, I can set it to cool. 

I am tired of being eaten alive by mosquitos and itching so bad I can't sleep.  I want a real drugstore, not a farmacia where they don't even carry Benadryl, much less cosmetics, lotions, toothe paste, hair color, and anything else I might need.   I don't want to travel three hours to get to Wal-Mart.   I want a cable installer who comes within a reasonable frame of time, not mañana.  We all know when mañana comes.  In our case, in over two months mañana has not yet arrived.

I want to be able to have my computer fixed by someone who doesn't reformat my hard drive to fix a minor problem with a program, then lie about it.  Of course you uninstalled the version of Vista that was on my computer, you ....., the version of Vista you re-installed speaks Spanish, not English, and it is so old I will be dead before I can install all 72 of the updates it is missing.  Of course you uninstalled my Vista, you idiot!  Otherwise, where is all my email, music, genealogy records, etc., etc, etc.?

I know I signed on for all this, and tomorrow, I will feel different, but today, I want to go home!!