it isn't Tahoe

Back Home -
We're not in Tahoe anymore - stepping out of the airport I suddenly feel that I have stepped into a steamy sauna and getting home there is a din of the chirping locusts in the trees. Inside I'm met by a most adorable little dog - I forget how cute our little American Cutie, P.J. is - what a dog! I should learn to post a picture.
Now, the school to start, bills to pay, luggage to unpack, emails to catch up, rebonding to pets & pet chores. Gee but it's great to be back home. Whew