We arrived in Nashville late last night, Becky and I having successfully stayed awake all day so we’d be ready for bed when we got home – forcing ourselves back onto a U.S. schedule.  The kids were a little weirded out when we woke them up this morning – not so sure, I think, that the sugar wielding grandparents should be replaced so soon.

I opened the pantry to get started on breakfast to find our organic cereals now outnumbered by boxes with cartoon characters on them and partially hydrogenated crap inside them.  I had a few bowls – you know, I can trash the stuff.  That’s wasteful.

I opened the kids’ closets to get them dressed for the day and they’re a little more full than before we left.

I went to the bathroom and the doorknob’s been replaced.

I walked out the front door and the sidewalk is swept, Halloween decorations I’ve never seen before deck the steps, and the mailbox has been moved.

My kids are taller.  Penelope’s learned new words.  Gresham outgrew his shoes.  Gabriella is no longer in love.  Everything’s changed.

I need a day to adjust to all this of course so no e-mail and no work.  Just resting up for trick-or-treating tonight and getting used to home again.