I already miss the evening walk on the beach.
I have to wear shoes now, make my own meals, it's grey and muggy outside, somebody stole the really nice Bose noise-canceling headphones borrowed from my Dad on the Maui/LAX flight. Our pilot missed on the length of the runway, so he had to gun the engines and lift back over the ocean for a second try into LAX - I was sure we were going land on the water. Gone two weeks but it feels like I didn't even go.
But in those two weeks summer bloom has taken hold and there are flowers all over the yard. And within a few minutes of walking in the door, Becket said, 'It's so good to be in my home.'
Hurray for fabricy mail waiting for me. Returning to real life too quickly, it's like getting the bends diving. So I'll slowly enjoy my packages and be reading back through my blog posts to remind me what blue skies looked like.