It's good to be home.
It's almost 11 pm, and the kids, still on Austin time, and late even then, have just gone to bed.
We got home about an hour ago, deeply inhaling the old wooden house smell that our house gets when it's unopened and un-air-conditioned for awhile and listening to the music of the creaking floorboards.
Buddy pulled out and played every single one of his musical instruments, while Sis reorganized her Animal Rescue Center so that it sits near her pet shop. Mama and I went through the mail and dragged in all the luggage. They then took a long bath, playing with every boat they have, and wanted to read more books than Mama and I had energy for. Then Sis arranged all of her critters, and some of Buddy's, so they could meet the new Orcas from SeaWorld.
Yes, it's good to be home.
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