Home Again...

Mother used to quote a little rhyme that went something like this: "To market, to market, to buy a fat pig; Home again, home again, jiggety jig!" I feel like I've been doing the jiggety jig for weeks now. I got home Tuesday in time to teach four oboe lessons and start on the week's worth of laundry that had piled up in my absence. By the time I get caught up, I'll be going back to Nashville---ONE MORE TIME---for Robyn's senior recital. On the plus side, we did have a nice visit with the Kentucky cousins and other assorted relatives last week. And I'm definitely getting stoked for our ski trip in a couple of weeks, even if it does mean going away again (too bad there's no skiing in Texas!).