I’m home again. And I can’t get that nursery rhyme out of my head.
As fun as it is to get away, it is always good to come home. I am refreshed, but tired – if that makes any sense. I have a huge list of things I want to do, but some things, like groceries, need to happen first. Work and then play, I guess. I’m going to get busy. I really want to sew.