I have recently returned home to take a shower. And since I have gotten here, I have: read a bit, attempted to help a peer with academic advising, looked at emailed photographs, discovered a blog of a friend that I didn't know had a blog, and discovered that I, too, have a blog that I didn't know I had and don't remember making (two years ago); but as of yet, no shower has taken place.
My house is dark, but my cat is calling and the Christmas tree is still up. This house is beautiful in it's modest but ill-timed renovations, and I'm happy to call it home again.
And as this evening has just revealed new possibilities, I suppose it is due time I began moving towards the water.
