After getting home from our trip on Sunday night, I began to think of the things that I miss when I'm away from home. In no particular order:
- the dogs, Sam and Maggie
- our coffee maker with it's little pods of coffee (Jeff and I have each had two cups of coffee this morning. At $4.00 a cup at the resort, we've just spent $16.00)!
- the water (no icky taste)
- the bed
- the shower
- our recliners
- my computer
- television
- reading the mail (obviously, the non-bills part only)
- leftovers from dinner
- the smell of freshly mowed grass (which is happening as I type this)
- listening to a voicemail on the answering machine from Benjamin (grandson)
- toasted bagel w/butter (lots)
- my clothes closets (yes there are more than one)
- the music station that we play 24/7 in our bedroom
I realize that once I'm home, I'm no longer Cinderella. Not hardly. There are suitcases to be unpacked, laundry to be done, and dinners to be cooked. I have a wonderful psychiatrist who saves magazines for me. As I saw her just yesterday, I now have plenty of "reading" to do so that I can keep informed about the goings on of the rich and famous.
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