Even after a wonderful holiday it is always especially nice to come home.  We did arrive back a day earlier than anticipated due to both my mother and I not feeling particularly well.  The flight home from Barcelona was abominable for the two of us feeling poorly.  The turbulance was a bit more than one might normally expect in good weather.  Fortunately we both managed to keep our composure.

But, nevermind, we are home again and refreshed. 

I am quite excited about a delivery that will be coming for Michael today.  He has been given a few clues and is, I must admit, on the right trail. 

The clues:  It is red.  It is American.  It is befitting a boy such as Michael.  I feel as excited as he does which makes a change, lol.  I feel he shall be ever so pleased and that will give both MsV and I great joy.

Fiona reports that there were no troubles or worries whilst we were away.  My mother cat is expecting kittens again, or so it appears.  I've yet to suss just who the offending male is but I highly doubt it is Fiona's ancient tom.  He never hunts and tends to spend most of his waking hours, which are few, in Fie's quarters on the windowsill.  But who can know for sure?

I shall take my leave now and continue with my day.  It looks as though it will be a lovely morning.  If yesterday was any indication of the day to come it will be very pleasant.

Ryan