Home again, home again, jiggity jog!

She's back with a smile on her face and tales of life in Germany. It's so good to have a roommate again. Something new is fine for a while but mostly I love the comfort of the old and familiar. It's good to wake up in the middle of the night and hear a breath coming from the bed next to me, other than the breath of the dog, which is much more canine of a breath than should be coming from the philosopher's bed. It seems so long ago since that cold March morning when she headed off to the airport and I biked down our mountain in a light spring snow, but the time she was gone nearly flew by. All there really is to say is I'm so glad she's home again.