It has been a long week of travel for me. Last Friday night in Dallas, then an early Saturday morning flight to Atlanta for SBL. Two nights in Atlanta and a late flight in on Monday night back home. Then, a long drive to South Texas for Thanksgiving on Tuesday. Three nights in the Valley, and then another long drive home Friday night.
While I love traveling, there is nothing quite like home. Last night was the first night I was able to fully enjoy how much I love being home. I love the ratty old couch with a Keith shaped indention in it. I love cuddling up to my wife and watching a good program on Netflix instant streaming. I love our 20 pound lap kitty ransom firmly ensconced on my tummy. I love watching the other kitties with their own idiosyncratic behavior. I love sitting on the porch and enjoying a brisk Fall evening. I love sitting at my antique roll top desk and hammering out a blog post. I love being home.