Wonder of Wonder

Miracle of Miracles, again (it's going around these days): today I...finally woke up in my own bed.

It was like a dream. And you were there, giant fan that blows on my whole body and not just my left arm, and you were there, Ikea duvet cover in comfy, soft cotton in orange and purple, and you were there, my beloved books of random, varied and interesting topics, like The Adventures of Robin Hood and Writings by Agnes Martin.

Now I've gone mixed up my musical metaphors, starting with Fiddler and ending with Rainbow. I guess I'm just excited. After all this time it seemed like I would never wake up on something that wasn't a) someone's couch or b) a plastic mattress in a dorm room. It seemed I was dreaming the impossible dream for other circumstances.

Der.

Anyway, it's great to be back! I slept in again because I had a bit of a buzz from driving home at 9 PM, so I didn't sleep until 4. Now I'm poppoing down to get a coffee, then I'm coming back to take my little blanket monster for a w-a-l-k. I sure did miss her and I still can't wait to see my pretty Daisy, either.

Laters.