We spent the day returning the house to order. When you close up shop for a time it only makes sense that you have things to do to return it to a living domicile. I dismissed the seven ninjas who secured the premises and returned to the joys of the simple things of daily life. Little things like laundry.
We spent most of the day, though, wondering what we’d just done. That is a long, long drive.
Allie handles it like a champ:
We don’t let her into the driver’s seat, of course, but she is great otherwise. She has three places in the back seat to recline and pace. She sits on the passenger, she sits in the passenger floorboard. She spends time under the passenger’s seat. You wouldn’t think there would be enough room, or desirable, but she hangs out there some. And she does laps. She travels better than I do, I think.
Since we had nothing in the kitchen we went out for lunch, for veggies. Our order was wrong. Ahh, to be home. This is one of those places where you order and they give you a ticket with a number and then a girl who is trying really hard brings out your food. This was my ticket:
Thirty-four. To be home again.
When I went to the post office to collect the mail, I saw this:
Ahh, it is great to be home.
