I can never fully appreciate a week spent at home. I usually get Saturday and Sunday back at the house, but rarely get to spend an entire week there. I really miss flopping down on the couch and enjoying just being home. I must admit, it feels a bit surreal. I am so used to being in hotels and worrying about where I can sit safely that once I get home I just want to take up every inch of my couch. Hotels are notorious for mystery stains on the furniture and with my mild OCD I have to think thru where I place my things and where I will sit. The office chair placed by the desk in the hotel room gets a swift swipe down with the sanitizer and wash cloth before I park myself. I realize some are saying that the maid cleans that, yet that is not comforting and you can never clean it enough.
Back to enjoying my week at home. The weather this week was pretty cold and snow fell nearly everyday. When I flew in at the lovely time of midnight, the airport staff was quick to let everyone know it was below zero and counting. Great news. Once back at the house, the heat and fireplace were all I needed. The little things I love to be at home with. The grateful, happy welcome of the dog as I drag my suitcase back in the house even though I have interrupted his sleep. Not to worry. Once I get settled and ready for bed myself, he has beat me to it.
The things outside in the gardens remind me how much I miss with my weekly jaunts. I noticed yesterday that some of the daffodils are starting to peak out of the mulch out front. There has been a covering of snow, and with the sun finally shining melting most of it, the faintness of spring is starting to show. Yes, this is still January and I am not blind to this. But it seems as if I just cut down the vines and pruned the bushes in the fall. Now my bulbs are growing. Where in the world has the last 6 months even gone. If this is how time is moving, summer will be here before I know it. Not a moment to soon.
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