Home again

There is something quite delightful about coming home.  This time was a bit different though, for the first thing we had to do was put the house back together again. 

The new floor is lovely--and what a difference from the wall-to-wall carpet that we used to have.  For me, I am exhausted, but we couldn't go pick up the cat until we covered up all the vents again.  So, we washed walls and returned the house to order,  and then went and pulled Lynxy away from her grandparents.  They were sad to see her go, and that was charming to me in the most inexplicable way. 

But she is home.  And he is home.  

So am I.