Too tired to type.

And I wish I was kidding.

All three of us have made it home safely, but are all half dead.

Will is so tired a shower seemed to do him in.  I've jumped in a jar of Advil, hoping the aches and pains will fall off my morning.  And Jeff, he's too tired to speak...and we've given him lots of opportunities to crack a joke at our expense.

I'm positive that when we all wake up tomorrow afternoon, we'll be ready to share all the details of the week.

I have soooo many pictures to share and stories to tell.

But tonight all I can say is it's good to be home!