Home Sweet Home

Made it back fine, safely, everyone delivered back to their homes ok..drove into Van Buren, went to Steve's, unloaded mom's car at his house, took out my laundry and his belongings, reloaded mom's car, drove to my house, unloaded the rest, drove up the hill to mom's to return the car, and expected a short 'gotta run' visit. This short visit ended up turning into eating dinner with them, going over the weekend's events, the 20 million questions about my daughter and granddaughters - some of the same questions 2 or 3 times asked. After escaping, I walked home, visions of a very hot bubble bath dancing in my head, but oh no - course not - the refrigerator is empty, the car needs to be test driven.. No rest yet. After the dreaded trip to the grocery store I put away the food, showered quickly, and thought "one slice of butter cake, glass of milk, finally - rest - bed - sleep ". Wrong. This urge to grab my journal again and scribble the crazy rambling thoughts down overtook me. Subject after subject, theme after theme, so off to scribbling I went. Sometime early this morning, bed was wonderful, my own covers, my own pillow, my own world again.