Good to Be Home
Oliver was genuinely confused when he saw me. I’m sure that 4 days of separation for a puppy really makes him wonder.
Didn’t take him long to get back into the swing of aggravating the hell out of me.
The house was clean!
Laundry was under control!!
I don’t think they ate very well while I was gone, but I did!
Miller and Paris were both sound asleep when I showed up.
A cat never wants to show affection. They purposely act aloof, but Millsie warmed up as well. He came by about 15 minutes after I arrived and just a casual brush against my leg told me:
“Good to see you, dude.”
Paris was the last pet to make an appearance, but my 12-year-old companion was all over me.
For quite awhile.
As for the family?
My beautiful wife was truly chatty. We even watched a figure skater.
The boys?
“What’s up?”
Good enough.
Felt good to be home.
I tried to get into a bit of a routine, quickly…
…even looking forward to work.
Time to get back at it.
Visions of long drives and miracle putts dancing in my head.
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