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I returned home yesterday. Kitty was a little more at ease on the way home. Just a little. Still mewed but not the entire way. Much of the time, he was cuddled up with his head nestled between front seat and back,  between Loverboy and me. I positioned pillows there so he could do so comfortably. Much of the way, he snoozed on my right hand, I drove with my left. I  don’t know if a cop would be pleased to see the set up, but I was so happy. At one point, Loverboy rested his little paw on my hand too and his head was cuddled next to Kitty’s.

I went from 7 a.m. to midnight. The ride home took five hours thanks to traffic and construction. It took me two hours to unpack and put everything back in its rightful place, and then there was washing everything, including Loverboy. Loverboy typically hates baths, but he submitted more easily than usual to this one. He probably didn’t like the pesticides on his body either. 

I was delighted to find out I had not gained an ounce of weight – not one ounce! And I wasn’t counting my weight watchers points at all. Granted, it’s not like I ate any naughty food, though I did go on a grilled meat frenzy – hamburgers, lamb chops, steaks and beef hot dogs.

Confessions: I am glad to be home. I loved being up north. It provided the time I needed to reset my outlook and escape from other people’s energy.