Home at last.....for a litle while.

After about twenty hours of traveling, on one hour of sleep, I made touchdown on my own dirt.

At which time I was tackled by the Love of My Life. My ribs will be OK soon, I don't really care if they're bruised, it was a great home coming.

Even the Dawg was happy to see me.

The cats,,,,,,,,,not so much.

Yesterday I drove from winter to spring, all in a day. When I left Hew Hampshire, it was about freezing temperature, by Maryland the windows were down. The grim and cold in the north had given way to blooming flowers and budding trees. It was as sudden a contrast as I have seen.

I can't imagine how soldiers or sailors, who have been away for years, feel when they get home. It could be that age has a bearing on the feeling, I never felt it so keenly when I was young. It probably has something to do with the Love of My Life not being with me.

I have to leave again in a week, for a month, then I will be off for the summer. I will be gone, not so far, nor gone so long, this time.

This summer I'm going on vacation,,,,, white sand, palm trees, blue water, and cheap rum. That's my plan.