It's pretty quiet on the home front.  It's also pretty weird.  The last two days, I have gotten home and kind of roamed around before my run.  I have gotten in decent steps, wearing both earplugs - which is kind of a treat.  Then, the Mister arrives, and looks at me like "what now?" and we decide to eat tacos.  Two nights in a row, supper in bed and at least three episodes of "Game of Thrones" - which is also kind of a treat.

But, those Littles better return home soon because we miss them, and if they don't we will get super fat.