I'm home. Actually I've been home for about half an hour, finishing up my book: Prodigal Summer, by Barbara Kingsolver, which made me cry many times as I read it.

I started reading at YYZ this morning, read on the plane, and then had to finish it once I arrived. It was beautiful and stunning and filled with love of all descriptions, and it made me cry.

Now, as much as I'd rather go take a nap or write about games, or both, probably in that order, I've got to go upstairs and paint the bedroom before it's time to fetch Rosa-pie from daycare.