There’s No Place Like Home
Dorothy had it right. For all of her adventuring and snazzy shoes, there really is no place like home. When you are feeling under the weather, there is no place like in your jammies, in your bed, a dog snuggled under the blankets on one side, a cat perched on your head. You are a motley crew ready to fight flying monkeys or doze off under the weight of a thousand poppies; reality and roads of yellow brick blur together, all but a fever dream. I started to feel better this morning, but as an easily overwhelmed introvert (with volunteer … Continue reading There’s No Place Like Home
