Random Points on our Return

• It's always tough to come back home. We walked out of the airport at 12:30 in the morning into the stinking, muggy air and said, "Oh, dang. We live in Michigan."
• When our first flight landed in Denver, Jonah started squealing and yelling, "Oh yaaaaaay! We did it! That was a great time!" and everyone around us laughed.
• When we landed in Detroit, Jonah sighed with self-satisfaction: "Ah. I'm so glad I did it. I flew the airplane all the way here."
• The last 20 minutes of the drive home were, well, agony. Nathan was very tired and I was trying to keep my eyes open and keep talking to him and it's a wonder we didn't sleep in the ditch.
• And when the roosters (yes, that's plural) started crowing right under my window this morning, I got up and threw a Kleenex box at them.
• A little while ago, I discovered that Jonahs back-pack full of books, trucks, toys, markers and gifts from Grandma is still at the Park'n'Ride near the airport. It's kind of a long ways away. I have to call back on Monday to ask about having it shipped to me.
• I am so tired, it hurts.
• And it's awfully lonely around here.
• But at least I didn't walk in the door and start bawling like I used to a few years ago. I'm all about improvement.
• What the heck time is it, anyway?