Home again and glad of it: up and back in one day is a long haul. Our neighbor was kind enough to let the dogs out twice and feed them, though one was on strike and nearly refused to go out till we got back. They sure don't like it when we leave.
All kinds of food gifts have to go straight to my church or maybe one of the local nursing homes. "You don't have to go home, but you can't stay here!" Not that I didn't appreciate the food gifts enormously, but in the real world I can fit a couple of bites of each into any fathomable food budget, and the rest need to do their excellent work under another roof.
At Christmas dinner, two of my young male relatives admitted to weeping during the screening of the new Star Wars epic. So OK, OK, I'll go see it. Here is how Ken Burns would tell the story of "Star Wars."