One Good Thing about the end of a wonderful vacation is being home. My stuff, my people, my routines, my furry friends. Ky shot out the door last night, past me and halfway down the porch steps when he wheeled around and ran back in. I guess it took him a moment to realize I was the one that opened the door to let him outside. He wasn't too happy I went to work this morning (and running on four hours sleep, I wasn't exactly thrilled myself) but I came home tonight so all is right in his world.
Sure there were chores to be done, laundry to wash, groceries to purchase, a bird bed to repair as Yoda chewed his in a fit of pique while I was away, but overall, it's nice to be home.
I put up my Secretariat photo. He looks like he belongs there.
I do have other photos to share from my trip south. It wasn't all horses. Once I get completely unpacked, I'll share more. I may have thought of one or two of you while I was away.
Tomorrow is my great-aunt's birthday party. She turned 100 years old today. That's a milestone worth celebrating. The best part - apart from things wearing out, she's in great shape. I have fantastic genes.