I taught all day yesterday--a really good and lively class, I'm glad to report. Then Tom picked me up and drove us home through pouring rain, and after we unloaded the truck, I went out again into the pouring rain to fetch home young Chuck.

So now our little pack has been reunited. Chuck appears to have grown several inches while in custody, and he came home bewildered . . . happy to see us, but very confused by why and what and where. Fortunately, the comfort of bed seems to have reassured him, and I woke up this morning with his cheek pressed against mine, just like old times. In his short life he's had so much uproar: born into chaos, then the coils of foster care, then a calm stint with us, and then suddenly the cat kennel, which I'm sure felt like a return to the dark, no matter how nice they were to him, and I do know they were nice.

Well, today I will devote myself to him. I've got various catch-up things to accomplish--laundry, housework--but I can certainly make the kitten the center of attention if he needs that. I'd like to work on my Baron essay, and I'd like to go out to write tonight. I want to take a walk. I want to wander in my garden. I have a small editing assignment awaiting me, but I won't look at it until tomorrow. Today is about remembering home.