After two weeks of back-to-back traveling (only one of which was actual vacation), it’s dang good to be home. Other than the five miles into town and regular activities — anything on the normal radar is fair game: friends who I don’t have to travel to visit, businesses that don’t require GPS to locate, etc. — I don’t want to leave my house for weeks on end. The pets are here (and Manny, of course), I get to sleep in my own bed, and there’s no one to judge how long it takes me to change out of my pajamas each day. Even if I’m already working.
To celebrate my homecoming, I’ve put together a collection of my favorite things — sans bright paper packages.
It’s tea time whenever I say so. Also, tea doesn’t come in fruity.
The cats are here … judging which fonts I use.
I can hear a pin drop three doors down.
Bubble baths for life.
And best of all: it’s MINE!