I was planning to post a few other specific thoughts I had during my trip to FL, but I'm yawning every other moment here, so I'm thinking bed would be a much better idea.

Tomorrow at some point I'll drive back to my home.

It feels so good to say "home" and really mean it about a place. I keep almost saying "I'm going home" referring to FL, but FL -- although familiar -- is very much not home.

And of course, there is no TRUE home for me on earth. Home is in Heaven, face to face with my God.

For the meantime, though, my current hometown will do just fine.