We are home after being on the road for over 10 days. First, we visited several friends along the way—through Tennessee, Kentucky, and Virginia—and then we traveled onto North Carolina for a family reunion that lasted a week. I’ve been completely unplugged for some time now (even my cell phone didn’t carry a signal), and upon my return, I noticed the world still turns as it always has.

Here is a recent post by someone I met along the trip. It is odd that anyone would be nervous to meet me, as my family isn’t enthused with me in the least. It is always good to make new friends, as one occasionally needs a new audience for the same old stories.

It is always good to be home, too. What follows the next few days (should I manage to get my household back on track) are entries I wrote while on the road. I hope you enjoy reading them as much I benefit from writing them. As I’ve said before, life is a bunch of moments strung together, and it is a shame not to remember the ordinary ones, as they are the ones that–put all together–give us what we commonly know as a “sense-of-home” and of “what life was like back when…” There are only a few people who live what most would refer to as extraordinary lives, but even they sometimes eat toast for breakfast, too.