Back to Normal.

He made it home.  2.5 hours late.  But he made it home.  And thank goodness for that.  Toccoa was refusing to eat, Willow was glued to the doors and I was this close (picture finger and thumb tightly pressed together) to throwing this stupid boot out the window...from my moving truck.

But now he's home and everything is back to normal.  I guess we know who holds this house together!