Home Again, With Toes 

I'm home after a reasonably grueling trip.  I'm getting caught up on e-mail and blogs, sitting on the couch next to Simon, who is sleeping in his usual nest at head-level on the back of the couch.  He drones a cat snore and occasionally he extends his big feet out in a half-waking stretch.

His feet are warm, and as they reach towards me, I bend my cheek over to rub their fuzzy softness.

It's nice to be home.