We're home. We are home after many long hours in the car and many good hours with family: mine, his, ours. Our first night back Eric broke our pact and unpacked his suitcase (the nerve!) while I was on the phone which led to a small feud, which led to me unpacking my suitcase and then led us both to a pour of his new Christmas bourbon. And, now we are mostly unpacked. Look at that!
It's hard growing accustomed again to the rhythm of everyday life. I can't purge all that needs to be purged in one day. We came home with arms full of stuff. But we also came home with this great, totally-seventies afghan Eric's great-grandmother made, and a new cast-iron skillet. And waiting for me on the porch was this cookbook to walk me through the rest of winter -thanks to my brother who asked me what I wanted for Christmas on Christmas morning. :) I meal-planned the heck out of it last night (more on that later), and I have my eye on her cardamom and orange scones for this afternoon.