My home day went great. I hauled wood onto the porch with a sled, cleaned the house, bathed, played with Eddy, read lots of books to him, Eddy helped me make pizza, we ate and watched tv together, listened to Odyssey on the radio together, and oh, the best part -- while Eddy napped, I organized! Am I the only one, or does everyone find organizing to be soothing and therapeutic? I didn't do everything I wanted to (kinda got carried away and ran out of time), but it was terrific while it lasted, and so satisfying afterward =)

Happiness is a home day.