Coming home
Tonight, Cathy came home. Her term has been spent abroad in the study of language and she was able to make it for dinner. It was a big dinner, and many friends were there. Her sweetie, Darren, picked her up and brought her back here. It was good to see her. It was good to see the warm welcome she received. It makes me look forward to coming home.
I'm coming home in less than a month. It's going to be an action-packed visit, doubtless longer and busier than my visit in September. There's cake to be tasted, pies to be baked, people to get to know, life events to celebrate and observe, and hugs to be shared. Lots of hugs. If you see me, please hug me.
Coming home. It's the thing to do.