We arrived home last night, tired and sandy, glad to see home again. Mozart was glad to see us, and we're glad to sleep in our own beds. The beach was wonderful, and it would be hard to leave if we didn't have our own beaches at home, but as it was we were both sad and glad to leave. There is truly no place like home.
And now it's the craziness of catch-up. Weeks worth of mail, laundry, un-done gardening, and the like. Off to the races!
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