Home!

Cowboy here. Sar and I are home. It's good to be here. I promised my wife we'd get back to Bethesda sometime after Thanksgiving. Will go back sooner if necessary. I'm optimistic the young man is slowly recovering.

Sar didn't want to leave; I understood that. David will remain for the time being; he has a condo nearby, can monitor what's happening. My inexhaustible imp slept the entire 5-hour flight, slept through the drive from the airport home. She woke to greet the animals left behind, had a bit of juice, fell asleep at the table. I carried her to bed, slept through the night. Woke early, demanded supper which she missed, ate a bit of warmed up stew, took a nap, then wondered about missing breakfast. That's Sar exhausted, never admitting it.

Got home Friday night, bought some candy for the kids, they all came around last night. Sar was awake enough to make sure I didn't give any chocolate away. Had to retrieve the stuff the imp stole from the kids, give it back. Ran out of sweets, dug into Sar's twinkie/cracker jack stash. Heard my gun cabinet click open-- decided I gave enough of those away. Did I ever mention Sar has a set of lock picks, knows how to use them?

My little gal has a couple of medical appointments coming up – made them before we left the DC area. Got to check out her abdominal discomfort, a few other concerns.

Brought the cat home, could have left it with David but it goes where Sar goes. All our animals do that, shadowing her everywhere. Grateful we don't own goats.

Glad to be home, glad to have my imp to myself. There's a few long overdue swats in her future. I'll replace the twinkies and cracker jack first.

Cowboy