I can't count the number of times I've smiled in the last 18 hours. Getting to Silverthorne sooner than expected, seeing familiar streets, filling my tires and wiper fluid by myself, Eisenhower Tunnel (which is only Westbound by the way; Eastbound is Johnson Tunnel, completed 6 years later), coming out of the mountains and seeing flat land (and dry roads), blue sky, the skyline, a cyclist on the road, Rueben and his "prancing", Ms. B baking and me licking the bowl, my duck pillow, my alarm clock (instead of my phone alarm), "She's Gonna Hurt Somebody", etc.
I LOVE being home.
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