September 29, 2006
The old clichÃƒÆ'Ã‚Â© is true: it's good to be home. My dog greeted me joyously, making me feel special and wonderful, even though she had been very happy with her caretaker, who had pretty much fallen in love with her himself. I went to bed early and slept late, luxuriating in my own bed and hearing the dog's deep, contented breathing as she slept on her own bed beside mine. Hotel beds are comfortable, but they aren't my own bed. Made coffee and drank it slowly from my favorite mug, enjoying the crisp, sunny day and the feeling of home.