the streets were filled with sparkly sunbeams as i drove home to start my 48 hour vacation.
home to roost. home to a lounging twinset of cats, one almost finished travel journal, stacks of reading, a quiet house with no talking, and no being talked to, a bedful of pillows, a red flannel granny gown gettup, a new dutchoven cookbook, and a delicious winter rain that is beginning tonight. (claps hands and squeals)
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