Home again, home again…

I’m drinking gallons of tea trying to wake up so that I can shove all our stuff in our suitcases, Very Carefully pack our carryons so as to make the most sense and be the easiest to access, and not look too carefully at the fact that in a few hours I’ll be flying, with four small children, through Atlanta to Rochester and then hopefully be driven home by Matt. Was that a runon sententence? I believe it was. And I hope your prayers for me will run on and on today without ceasing.

We’ve had a lovely time here in California, so lovely we haven’t had a second to blog. We are brown and rested, and some of us our thoroughly spoiled. But our thoughts are turning to home. I hear that our garden has been growing and growing in the rain. Elphine’s cat, Frances, misses her exceedingly. And I, well, I miss my husband. So we are going to do the brave thing and fly in this age of barbaric and crazy air travel. See you on the other side.