Starting to be: not all of my luggage makes it back home at the same time I do. However, it was there on the front porch this morning, scratching at the door and waiting to be let in. It wasn’t the most important suitcase – it just carried some expensive shoes, cheap speakers, and all my new DVD episodes of Angel and Danger Man.
So I wake to cats and a dog and episodes of BtVS while I write my first entry of the day.
I can’t even apologize for my absence here, because I was blogging all along. However, I hope I’m not expected to be ecstatic about the 27° weather outside.
white pebble 