My welcome home

I left Kansas early Tuesday morning, driving from Salina down to the Wichita airport watching the sun rise along the way. It was a pretty drive.

The flights were more or less on time, but it was still a long day of travel. Clay met me at the airport, we went home, fed the dogs, and went to bed.

The dogs were overjoyed to see me, and I think Clay was too, but no one was happier than Maya. She insisted that no one could be closer to me than she was all night long.

Contented girl