There truly is nothing like like home. I knew I wasn't in Texas anymore when I entered the Starbucks in Penn Station to order my favorite mocha coconut frappuccino. Enter surly barista who made the drink wrong and sprinkled cookie crumbs on top of the whipped cream. As much as I'd love to have had cookie crumbs, my body doesn't allow gluten so I handed it back. After several tries too boring to write about, I finally was able to drink my watery frappe.
In addition to taking a few days to laze about and recover from the trauma of traveling, I've been playing catch up around the farm.
I spent most of Friday mowing and weedeating and using the blower trying to get our yard tamed.
And we're getting more rain as I type this, which is crazy wonderful.