He's back

Anthony returned from Taiwan last night; his flight from LAX was delayed and we arrived back at our ranchero minutes before midnight.

It rained on the way home; Anthony rolled down the car window, stuck out his head, and inhaled deeply. "I missed that smell," he intoned. Through the canyon and up the hill, he remarked that he hadn't seen any stars since he'd left.

Imagine. Millions upon millions of people who can't see the stars. That makes me feel sad.

I have a bunch of pictures from the last 10 days or so that need to go up, but not right now. It's trash day then off to the vet and then grocery shopping...