The tour for Hannah’s List is now officially over.  Seventeen cities in five weeks can just about do a girl in, except that I met such wonderful, patient readers along the way.  Even the book stores I visited mentioned they’d never had such a fun group of readers.  Yup, no doubt about it, I’m blessed.

I have a ritual I go through after being away for any length of time.  I walk from room to room and take in all that’s familiar, all that’s home.  I smile at the pictures of my children and grandchildren and blow a kiss at the photo of my parents taken a couple of years before they died.  Invariably I check out the contents of the refrigerator because I know I’ll need to head to the store first thing in the morning.  After walking from room to room, I settle down in a hot bath, relax and then crawl into bed.  Really, there’s no place on earth more comfortable than one’s own bed.  It’s good to be home.  So very good.