After being away from our house since early Tuesday morning, we returned last night like triumphant but travel-weary missionaries. Sleeping in three different beds while we were gone made for interesting nights. Why is it that the body is so very attuned to the same sleep accomodations. If you always sleep on the floor in a sleeping bag, there is a definite period of adjustment to sleeping in a bed, and vice versa. Even something simple like taking your own pillow with you, which I did not do this trip, can make all the difference. WHY IS THAT? Is our muscle memory so set in its ways?
The look of elation that crossed my son's face as he realised that we had pulled into our own driveway was heavenly. As he came into the house, he had a very large grin. The cats twirled about our ankles, happy to see us, and they even let *N pet them!
DH is in Springfield all week with teacher meetings and a first half-day of class on Friday.
I will be here, praying to the patron saint of packing.
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