We are home again and somewhat unpacked. Everything around the house was pretty much in order. We are so exhausted I feel like I could have walked the whole way. It will be an early night and a good old Sunday morning sleep in.
I have thirty-something e-mail messages and 71 blogs to catch up on, plus a whole bunch of submissions from my writers' group and all the reading for the poetry workshop on Monday. I can't deal with any of that now. The main computer is doing all its updating stuff and being even s...l...o...w...e...r...than I am feeling right now.
We had a safe enough trip--got past Tampa just in time and avoided bad weather the rest of the way. I sure do know I'm not in Florida any more, but there is not as much snow as I was anticipating.
My pillow is really insisting that I wash my face, brush my teeth, and kiss it good night. You know how demanding pillows can be--best that I obey.