It has been that kind of summer. I have traveled somewhere in the neighborhood of 9,486 miles (I counted up) and that was just getting from city to city. It has been a time of grand excitement, heartbreak, pure exhaustion, and a whole lot of love.
But now it is October. And I am home. Momentarily I am home.
This most unexpected scene greeted me at the airport.
Or for live (albeit jiggly and giggly) action:
How happy I am.