You know you’ve missed some great news when the headlines are “Bear sought foreign help” and “Tabasco sales to be banned for those under 21”. What happened? Did we start terrorizing wildlife and did our Tabasco become too hot to handle?
Obviously, I’m a little bleary-eyed as I try to find the right voltage converter to adapt to life back in the quiet and spaciousness of Colorado. I’m not sure what I missed while away, other than family and friends, of course. And the dog. Of course.
I did not miss the squirrels, who are once again taunting me. (We have now attributed hail damage to them trying to chew their way into our house!) I really didn’t miss my closet. I managed to live with a sparseness that was refreshing. I did not miss hearing the national news. I didn’t miss driving, which I really enjoy. I didn’t even miss playing the piano at church – but rather relished the break from commitments.
What did I miss? My pillow! Who knew? That’s never mattered before. Apparently I missed a great party, to which my sticky floors will attest. That’s about it. It truly is the people and the time spent with them that matter the most. And a pillow.