When I got back home from my Wisconsin trip on Tuesday afternoon, I was exhausted. Ken had to run back to work for a meeting, so I had the afternoon to myself, and the first thing I did was take a shower. (Everything I brought back with me smells of smoke, even though my mom never smoked inside while I was there. The house is just permeated with the smell. All my clothes will need to be re-washed, and I hope the other stuff I brought back will air out eventually.) Tired, but not really sleepy, I curled up in bed for a while. Toeffe joined me within minutes, demanding to be let under the covers, and then Moly hopped up for some snuggling as well (blissfully unaware of Toeffe's presence under the sheet). I had a good trip, but coming home was such a relief that I think that hour spent dozing with the cats may have been the happiest I'd been all week. Then Ken called (even better, and he really does have the sexiest phone voice imaginable) to suggest we go snag a new geocache and get dinner.