You don't realize how much home means to you until you're away for awhile.
I missed relaxing on my couch. Watching tv with Brad. Petting my furry boys and watching them wrestle.
I love being home. Sleeping in my own bed.
I got out Saturday evening and came back this morning. Best part was seeing my brother and his family yesterday.
As far as my health: I've been better.
My energy is still out of reach. Desperately, I search. Under couches. In cabinets. In the backyard.
Nope. It doesn't show up. The search continues.
I'm just waiting to see my doc today. See if I'm being let out of this hotel.
I can get all the rest in the world at home. Surrounded by puppy dog eyes and the rest of my world.