It occurred to me that as the flight back from SF lands at 2:55p, I could totally still make my usual visit to my parents’ house Sunday evening and they didn’t even have to know I was out of town all weekend. So I didn’t tell them. When I arrived, both parents were knocked out on various couches in the living room. We had dinner, then again, I fell asleep at their house in the living room and did not leave to go back to my house until about 1:30a. What is it about that place?! I should have the air checked.

I got home about 2a, took a shower, and since I was wide awake, I unpacked and downloaded my photos into my desktop and chose a few to put into my image hosting site online. Then at 3:30a, I finally felt sleepy enough to go to bed. I laid in my own bed for the first time in what felt like forever. But it made me smile to be back. I even let Dodo sleep on the ground next to my bed, since he seemed concerned that I’d be leaving again and wanted to be underfoot.

Today, back at work, same ol’ car accident trial. Spacey attorneys, awkward witnesses, irrate judge. Ah, home sweet home.