My cat missed me.
My room's a mess.
Stuff I dug up out of my Alaska room will be following me in boxes. (I kept saying "boxen" out loud to Mama, but that's only the correct plural for computers, so I kept having to correct myself.)
I wrote a little piece on phoenix-type multiples on the plane. Wouldn't you know, the writing group mini-write tonight was on our alter egos...
Fun was had by all.
I had 45 messages when I opened up my inbox. Only two or three were spam. (The bulk folder has 39. Eeek.)
P. gave me a ride home. easalle got her sparkle-sweater. (Definitely unseasonable for Phoenix...)