My Heart Belongs...

We made it back to San Francisco and it is great to be here. Our apartment is nicer than we had expected, with a lovely deck. The little gnome has already played with half of the amazing number of toys next door at Juniper's house and fed a gentle and willing Clem pieces of pita. He has also been throwing up since somewhere near the Ocean Avenue exit on our way back from the airport, but he seems to bounce back in between bouts. At least that did not begin until after we had gotten off of the flight with my mother, who is quite confused by all of the changes, Calliope, who acted as her service dog and got to ride on her lap, the little gnome. As I type this the little gnome has raided the refrigerator of strawberries, so we shall see if his stomach is doing better than it was at 3am. He has already tried to get his hoes on several times in order to drive to the storage unit to pick up his little red piano. I would say, even with the stomach bug, he is thrilled to be back. As are we.