Monday night

Kate is now back home. It apparently took three washings before she felt like her face was clean. Of course, I guess we were being diplomatic, because we thought she was just tanned. Apparently there was a goodly amount of Middle Tennessee topsoil in the mix, as well. When I got home, Kate was sitting in the brown chair, laptop computer in her lap, in her large, fluffy white bathrobe, trying to answer emails from the last four days of Bonaroo. The princess is back.

Cindy and I drank beers, then Kate and I took naps while Cindy played with the computer. Later, we discovered that Kate wanted spaghetti and meatballs and that just happened to be the special at Angelo's. So, we had a match of perfection. I called, drove and picked up our supper. Now I have lunch for probably two lunches. What a good idea.

But we are all together. Tex is sitting in Cindy's lap and staring at Kate, waiting for the ultimate movement where she provides leftovers, pats his head and takes him in her arms and cuddles on the sofa. Now the television show is emulating Dr. Seuss with its rhyming. Pretty funny.

It is good to be home with the whole family.