We had a huge storm (rain, thunder, hail, lightning) within hours of arriving. The Baby slept through it and I fell asleep in the middle. I wish I'd been awake and watched from the porch (always one of my favorite things, if I wasn't actually out in it), but I was too tired and too cranky and too drugged. Ah well, a good night's sleep won't kill me.
The drive was as always: twelve hours, and full of dead animals at the side of the road.
Today I'm working on the Mystery Knit. Tomorrow I visit family. Friday, we're back on the road.
We better not miss Stargate.