After being served stress on a stick for nearly six hours today and getting my fill, I finally made my way home. No messages, no good mail. No cats greeting me at the door. A cold, dark house. No notes in my "in box". Only the electronic voice on the machine. Nothing in the fridge.
Welcome home.
Small pity party going on here. Can you tell?
Tuesday, January 09, 2007
Returning home
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6 comments:
Welcome Home. I am glad you made it home safe and sound.
((hugs))
Ragged, Where are your cats????
I thought about you traveling today when I woke up and saw the funky weather. Really strange, and I thought it might even be stranger a little further North.
We actually had THUNDERSNOW today. (Not my word, they used it on the radio).
Glad you made it back safely.
I am glad you made it home safe. Welcome home.
Awww. Sorry for your funk, but even all those things don't mean we don't think of you! Hug, hug, hug.
I missed our note passing today during work hours! :)
In the words of the Who's Down in Whoville...
We are here, We are here, We are HERE!!!
So, you didn't have to worry about being alone! A click away, we are! : .)
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