Hitting the road for work tomorrow, not too stoked about it. It’ll be fun, but wowee do I love home. I love it a whole lot and Roby’s nothing but a barrel of laughs these days. She’s a riot. But maybe it’ll be like our date at the mall, a tender little reminder of how great it is to be cooking at home. 
I think it’ll be that. 

I’m bringing my prayer book, which is bound in green linen and has golden pages. I’ll read it at night, and I have the way of the pilgrim at home, I’ll read that during the day.