Up at twelve thirty. Talking to my grandma. Going to walmart with her to buy a grill. Putting it together outside in the sun. Laughing at each other. Enjoying the weather. Eating at Uncle John's Pancake House at 3. Reading with a pillow and blanket on the couch for a couple hours. Taking a nap for 3 hours. Reading some more. Finished my book. Sitting on my deck, wearing a fleece, just letting thoughts and reflections and my imagination flow and toss things around. Rolling concepts and verses and allowing the simple facts I know to set in. Really contemplating what the heck I'm doing. Getting back to where I should be. Finding my way home. Building my foundation as I go. Sometimes reconstructing sections, but thats okay. Demolition is sometimes just part of the process for rebuilding later. Sometimes painful and hard work, but worth it in the end.

:: sigh of relief ::

I'm happy to be home.