Coming Home

I've been at home a couple of days now. We got home mid-evening on Wednesday, and I was back at work bright and early Thursday morning. In fact, as today is a bit of a slower day, and I've mostly caught up on the piles I discovered on my desk upon arrival yesterday, I'm taking a few minutes to write this post from work.

I'll put up a fuller post, expounding upon my vacation sometime this weekend, hopefully with pictures, which I shall have to obtain from my friend's digital camera. For the moment, let me just say that I'm glad to be sleeping in my own bed again, that last night I started attending what I think will be a fantastically challenging Bible study, that I'm still very addicted to Gray's Anatomy, that I'm excited about the school in Seattle that I'm thinking about doing my master's degree at, and that I'm hungry, and my lunch hour is in ten minutes.

It was a good holiday, time desperately needed to refocus and breathe again, but I'm glad to be home.