Last entry for our trip home.  We got up this morning to the sun shining in the windows.  Every step takes us further from Memphis and the Blues. 

So the drive from St. Louis area to McHenry was uneventful.  We ran into snow along the way, but nothing on the road. We made it home in good time.  Rich was texting directions to Rick for his chores and what to have done by the time we arrived.  Can you say,  “surly teenager.”

Our concern was Sascha’s reaction to our return.  Would she be happy or a little concerned.  Turned out, she was overjoyed at seeing us come through the door.  And, no, there were  no bacon treats involved in her homecoming greeting. 

So the laundry is done and the souvenirs passed out.  We are quietly returning to the normal daily grind.  I’m not looking forward to going back to work.  I’ve enjoyed my week off.  Well, kind of off.  I did take a few hours and here there to help fix some issues since Jim had to leave unexpectedly for a family emergency.  But hey, I was taking a break from all the walking. 

I did call my voicemail to leave a message since my accent has almost returned.  I had to do that before I go back to talking like this Northerners.  It sounds funny, but I’m one of those people whose accent changes based on what I’m hearing around me.  My original accent is heavily rhythmic with some southern pronunciations.  Not a downright southern belle, but definitely accented.  A few more days and I might have been mistaken for a Memphisean.

Well, since I’m home again, I guess I’ll have to find something else to write about.  Or take another trip!  Wonder where to?  By the way, I’m writing a blues song.  The title is “The Peabody Duck Boogie.”  Look for it record stores soon.