As I pen this (more like keyboarding) it’s 3:07pm.
It’s just about time for me to head to mi casa.
You know, that’s why I come to work everyday!
So I can go back home.
It’s kind of like going on vacation; it’s great to get away but it sure feels good to get back home.
That’s the way I look at it.
I love to get home to my wife, Kimberly, and the grands. (the children not the biscuits)
It doesn’t matter if I’m splitting firewood, mowing, or just sitting on the porch swing, it’s good to be back home.
I guess that has a spiritual application to it.
I live everyday so that at the end of that Day I can go Home!
I’ve never been there but I’ve read a bit about it and I’m looking forward to the day that I arrive.
Not that I’m voluteering to leave today… after all… I’m going home!