There’s No Place Like Home

It’s great to be home! Oh, I miss the sunshine. The warm weather. The colors. My parents. But there is just something to be said for being back home. In my own house. My own bed with the softest sheets in the world.

It was hard to adjust to scenes like this out my office window. Rather dreary looking, isn’t it? And I’m beginning to think maybe we put white roofing shingles on the gazebo out there. Well, it might be a dull and dreary backyard, but it’s MY backyard.


The birds are rather mad at me. In fact, I think we aren’t speaking! No seed in the birdfeeder, and none in the garage to fill the feeder with either. Oops! Must go out (once the sleet and snow! stop) and get more bird food.

And the black beasts!! They won’t let me alone. Swarming around my legs. Giving me the evil eye for deserting them. Then back to snaking their eely way around my feet.

Yes, I know. I said I was sorry! I’ll never leave you again!! Quit looking at me like that!! Kitty Judgment. Which, by the way, I think judgment looks stupid without the first “e” in it. Who decided it would be judgment instead of judgement in most of the American dictionaries?? Oh, and Apple’s spell checks insists there’s no first “e” in it either. Well, it looks silly without two “e’s” Who do I write to complain?? :mad2:

Well, I’m days and days behind myself now that I’m home. But isn’t that always the way it is when you get a chance to go away for a few days? But that’s okay. Because I’m home. I love being home. I’m a hopeless homebody. I do miss the orange flowers though…