Diffused Illumination

Well ok, not exactly, but I opened up my luggage to find a TSA inspection notice in there. Memo to self: bringing home 3 bottles of jalapeno BBQ sauce, 1 bottle of salsa, 2 chili seasoning kits and over 1 lb of Creole seasoning may be overkill.

Kieran loved the pinto from Pilot Point (I now have printed proof his great-great-great-great grandfather had 1 horse and 1 buggy there that he paid $3.22 in taxes for in 1877) and a bigger UNT football, the kid's caught on fast that when I'm gone for a bit that means there are presents for him in my bags when I get back.

Kieran also has a fever and laryngitis and stayed home from preschool today. I find myself thankful that I made a mistake with my vacation request so that tomorrow is both noted on my boss' calendar and approved for me being out, I think we all need it.

It is so wonderful to just breathe the moist air here again.

I swear I get fiercely homesick over the stupidest things.

Home, as much as I loathe to admit it sometimes, is Sacramento. Land of 100+ degree summers, tomatoes flying off open bed trucks to splatter alongside I5, and the scent of burning rice paddy fields heralding fall's arrival.( More on why I'm rambling about Sacramento )

Or is it really home anymore? I've grown awfully fond of the Emerald City and summers that won't kill you in a fiery blast as you step outside. In any case, Kieran is a native here and we have no plans to move from the area anytime soon. Our house owns us, not the other way around!