Home was waiting

Home was waiting for me when I got back here. I missed this place, but now I miss Boulder just as much.

Peter forgot to tell us that the refrigerator broke down, “oh, some time last week.” At least I have a task for tomorrow. I just wish the refrigerator’s inside didn’t smell like a dead squirrel. No, there was no dead squirrel in there; I looked.

Back now to deciding which to read first, Bloom’s anthology or my huge paperback copy of War and Peace.