There's no place like it.
Monday, November 26, 2012
I was sitting here this evening looking over my living room. There was She(WMBO) dozing in her chair watching Dexter (I don't get it ... a lovable serial killer?) my dogs were sprawled across the floor between my chair and the door tot he room, the cat was ... where the hell is that cat, I don't trust him, he may be in league with The Squirrel ... and I was home.
Three weeks away. I never go homesick, but I sure did miss it.
Oh, and I ate food I made in my kitchen and ran on my favorite route in Catonsville.
It's good to be home.