All the doubters were wrong.
After my wife left for California last month, several people said I'd never see her again.
"We're not sure she's coming back, and we can't really blame her," said Ron Feickert.
Sometimes, even I wondered. But it turns out she loves me more than California - just barely.
On Thursday, she reluctantly said goodbye to our son and sunny weather. She is now at my parents' in Fargo, having second thoughts.
Kenna loves the beach.
"I could stare at the ocean all day," she says.
She also loves land that isn't flat.
"Every morning I come out to the living room to find her staring at the sunny California mountains," Bryan wrote in an email Feb. 3. Lost in her reverie, Kenna was startled every morning when Bryan said hello. But then she gathered herself and informed Bryan of her latest plan for moving out there.
Bryan enjoyed every moment of his mother's visit.
"She's cooking and cleaning like a varmint," he wrote. "Pretty good house guest."
But Kenna did develop some new addictions while she was out there.
Bryan believes we sent her to wean him off 5-hour Energy drinks. "Guess who now thoroughly enjoys them?" he asked. "You roll with the pigs, you get dirty."
Bryan introduced her to a video game called "L.A. Noire," which allows her to solve crimes while investigating 1947 Los Angeles.
He's also shown her some of the cleaner episodes of "It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia," his favorite TV series.
"She is disgusted with Frank, annoyed with Charlie's high voice and thinks they are 'the strangest people she's ever seen.' All while giggling for 22 minutes straight each episode."
While in California, Bryan says, his mom was "livin' large." They visited Santa Anita Park and Malibu's Paradise Cove, where Jim Rockford parked his trailer.
Meanwhile, she left me here to fend for myself.
I was so bored I even watched "Matlock."
My daughter guesses that the last two weeks have been a nightmare for my digestive system as well as a time of "crippling loneliness."
I even thought about buying a puppy while Kenna was gone. That'd show her.
On Wednesday evening, I actually did laundry, for the first time this century.
I admit there have been some incidents. Last Sunday, while warming up chili, I heard a loud explosion from the microwave. I guess I should have put a plate over it.
This afternoon, after 18 days, I finally get to see her.
I'd better start cleaning the house.
Jeff Bahr is an American News reporter. He writes a blog three times a week at http://my605.com/shootingthebreeze. His email address is firstname.lastname@example.org. His phone number is 605-622-2320.