Home Again

Things have returned to normal, except not yet physically.

I received a warm and pleasing welcome from Minardi, who hadn't seen me in days, and who found the scents I returned with to be a real treat. After an hour of greeting, he's decided to lay down on the floor, not in my room, and is sleeping. I think he distrusts me, and I can't blame him.

Everything else is unchanged after a week's recuperation at a friend's home.

I guess it's good to be back where I belong. Sentiment has little place in the 21st Century, I still want more than I get, and sad good byes are countered with more appropriate optimistic remarks concerning pets and returns to normalcy. I would do well to heed such advice.