My back is aching, my mind is wandering, my eyes are heavy with sleepiness, and if I never see the inside of my car again, it will be far, far too soon.
My Sockapalooza 4 socks will be delayed due to a miscalculation on my part that means the first sock I knit is too small. My house is an absolute wreck, my parents will be here in less than 48 hours, and while they are staying at a local hotel, they will certainly wish to see my home and I'll have to either deny them or bear the shame.
My trip home was good, but not as productive as I'd hoped. We know when and where we want to marry, but cannot set either in contractual stone until the Person Who Does the Reservations returns from the summer session break. My grandparents are all in good health, though, and I got to spend lots of time with them.
And I am home and in my favorite cotton nightgown and in my bed and all is right with the world. For that, I am thankful.