I'm home! It feels so weird. Everything is so...neat and clean and pretty...and rich. And busy. It's back to the rat race. I got home Tuesday the 9th at midnight. The next day I was out helping my dad dig footings for our front walk. We're putting in paving stones. Besides that I've managed to unpack, do my finances, clean out my room, tear my car apart and clean out the mice nests that were in my heating system, preach a couple sermons, go to the doctor, dentist, and optomitrist, and a hundred other little things.