Musings

Road Trip: Day 30

It's over, baby. Finito. A month of wayfaring existence, living out of suitcases, sleeping in motels and other people's homes, has come to an end. It's good to be back. The garden survived without us, thanks to a timer on the hose. The house was stinking hot without the A/C on since early June. The dog rediscovered one of his favorite spots on the rug in the front room. And I am blessed with good friendship--my homebrewer friend left a sixer in the fridge when he checked on the house in our absence.

Glad to be back. Like Ulysses, I was tired of being away.