We are home.
You can tell we are home because:
a) the laundry is undergoing that magical transformation which will lead to clean, folded clothes in a basket which will then wait forlornly to be put away.
b) my lap has been claimed by a purring, demanding, and very talkative cat. He's not cuddling, he's making his position (and mine) clear.
c) there are piles of gear spread about the house.
d) I am covered with cat hair. (Did The Tank save up all of his fur until we got home?)
Where have our adventures taken us?
Oh to so many lovely places.
I have lots of photos and stories to share, but first there is a cat to mollify, stuff to put away, and laundry to be put away.