I got home from work after 10 pm Wednesday night, and had a 3 hour drive ahead of me.  It often takes 3 and a half hours with traffic.  I had worked 8 straight hours, as opposed to the split schedule I had been accustomed to since January, so I figured I needed a little turnaround time to get ready for the journey.

That's why I left a little before midnight, and it was great!  Talk about the open road!

When I arrived home, there was a halo around the moon, and scarcely a sound to be heard.  I carried my bags up the stairs, and thankfully, my father waited until I was at the top to say, "Welcome home" from his bedroom.  He was still in bed, but would soon get up to work in his shop for a couple hours, as he has been known to do.

As he's said before (with a smile), "You can be wandering around India or the Grand Canyon or Harlem all by yourself in the middle of the night, but when you're in my jurisdiction, I like to hear the sound of the engine pulling into the driveway."

After saying the necessary "Happy Thanksgiving" I thanked him for waiting to utter his surprise greeting until I got to the top of the stairs, because otherwise I just might have dropped all my bags and fallen down the stairs.  Then I slept a lot.

When I woke up, it was almost time to eat!  It's strange to have wine and turkey so soon after waking...

Thank you, life, for living with us!