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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