Sunday

Sunday night we got home from our little vacation, and the main thing that went through my mind as I crawled into our bed was "Oh, I'm glad to be home!" 

So on Sunday I was grateful for home.  For all my mess and clutter, and all my many "things" that make up my world.

Thomas had rigged up automatic feeders for the dogs, and we'd had someone come by to check on them and make sure they had fresh water, but they didn't have to enter the kennels or let the dogs out.  All six dogs were fine; the cat was fine; John, the goldfish, was fine; and Zipper, the praying mantis was fine.  Eler Beth's bonsai plants (one of which she is nursing back to health), Vivie and Lincoln, were fine (she was very worried about them not being watered while we were gone).  I enjoyed our visit, but I was glad to get back home.