I drove over 400 miles today and now I am home. I am home in my comfy PJs. I am home noshing on a steaming bowl of leftover spaghetti. I am home where the kitty tries--unsuccessfully-- to help me eat the spaghetti. I am home with my feet propped on the coffee table while writing. I am home where I can enjoy the quiet. It is wonderful--home. It is the place I long for, the place I run to, the place I dream of--which is now reality. I drove over 400 miles today and now I am, blessedly, home.
Where are you this Friday evening?
Nancy
Where are you this Friday evening?
Nancy
