Of course, I’m already on my third load of laundry and I have about a million household tasks that need immediate attention, like, say, groceries, but the feel of the place settles in around me and makes me happy.
Naturally, I won’t be home most of the day. It’s my first day at the new job, a long-ish day for a part-timer, and my brain will be full to bursting by the end. At which time, I will go meet my lovely writing buddies. But again, a return to people who nourish me, who stretch me and comfort me.
Home is good.