Could I ask for a better day home? Never. I am back from the BIG city and so so glad to be in my beautiful rainy mountain home. Morning started with hugs and kisses from an early morning biker and ended with a bowl of oatmeal and hazelnuts from my perch on our stool while watching him get ready for work. The afternoon is looking like a knit socks, tea, working afternoon with butter nut squash roasting in the oven. It's a good day to be home.