it's the everyday stuff

I spent most of the last week staying overnight at one of our assisted living homes. It was fine. The job itself was fairly easy. What I realized, though, was that I Missed My House...and my cat and the dogs and the PIG. It was tough knowing he was across town and we could talk on the phone but I couldn't spend any time with him. It sucked, actually. Last night I returned to the fold and after dinner I changed the sheets, crawled into bed and CRASHED. I didn't hear the PIG come to bed or anything. Ah, the joys of domesticity.