Blessings

Got through my class last night. Exhausted afterwards, the hardest part of the day was walking home from my bus stop, even though it's only half a mile.

But what a reception when I walked in the door! Sketch, like dogs will do, shifted into his hyperwelcome mode, running and jumping on me, licking my face, and generally communicating that my appearance was the highlight of the day. Dogs are great that way. H was gone to a meeting but had my dinner in the oven, so I was able to relax, give Sketch some strokes, catch up on the basketball game I missed, channel surf, and crash early.

Home sweet home. This morning I'm still feeling better, if not whole. I like the trend. Onward.