returning

I spent a few days out of town this week. Back to the old haunts. D’s tour was going through and I went for an extended hug and an expensive hotel room. There is nothing like the smell of a neck or armpit to remind you how much you love someone. This week has been one of reflection and honesty. It has been a reconnection with friends and I am now officially exhausted. The stove went out, the house is cold. I go to bed with a hot water bottle and wait for the sun to push me out of bed. It is good to be home.