We're home. We had such a lovely time in Kentucky that I didn't really want to leave. You can't stay on vacation forever, though, so back we came. We're all so glad to be out of the car, especially Anya, who made the last 15 minutes of the drive feel like an eternity, poor thing. The weather here is beautiful, so I've opened the house to let the fresh air in and the stale air out, the kids are playing [somewhat] nicely on the deck, and I'm making fresh pesto and homemade pasta for dinner. The whole kitchen smells like basil...Life could be worse, I suppose.