We're home, after two weeks of driving a gazillion miles.
Three-thousand six-hundred twenty-nine miles.
Seriously; 3,629 miles.
So that's a lot of miles.
And we're home now, and the bonus of home, sweet home and our own bed and familiar places is maximized by the presence of my eldest son and two of his friends. They're hanging in the kitchen and this song is pulsing through their computer speakers.
I would walk 500 miles and I would walk 500 more...
I'm glad I'm home.
PS - Now they're listening to Sleeping At Last's cover of "Safety Dance" and "Total Eclipse of the Heart". Music is an incredible thing; it transcends trends and decades and speaks the same language in fresh ways.
This is a cool album. Check it out.