I arrived home (yes, it is home - I can have more than one home can't I?) yesterday morning. (Gosh. Where has that 23 hours gone). Coffee and catch-up up at The House was first. Then I tackled The Cupboard and re-inhabited The Cottage with it's contents. That took a few hours and, of course, is not yet finished. But at least everything is roughly where it should be and I have found everything I need. Well almost everything. What I did with the electric toothbrush is a mystery. I'd say that it was bound to turn up but, given that I've emptied all the boxes, it may remain one of life's mysteries.
The lavender's doing really well already and is covered in bees.
The honeysuckle has recovered well and this may be it's year for a big spurt.
I seem to have a new visitor
Fraser's not altered
and Catriona's still Catriona
In the afternoon I took a ride into town. It was wonderful not having the roof on the car. It was a bit chilly but the sun was glorious. I went to see a friend for coffee and say 'hello' and came home to dinner with the family. An excellent lasagne - too many helpings (it couldn't have been to many glasses of wine. Er well...) that made me tired. Very tired. I was in bed and fast asleep by 9pm. And up with the dawn chorus before 0600 this morning. I feel absolutely great. It's almost as if I've never been away.
So this morning I had some decisions to take. What to do first was the first one. So I downloaded my emails and decided to deal with them first. Which is why I'm writing this and the emails haven't yet been done. I seem to be finding keeping to decisions hard these days! And, of course, I've done a thousand and one other things along the road. But, hey, it's only 9am and the day is young. Well, sort of.
It's good to be home. Wherever home is. It's good to have friends. It's good that the sun is shining. It's good to be alive. For all that, and more, I give thanks.