Home is where the heart is

Happy hour at the house last nice, a generous gift on the part of my family to bring my friends to me instead of me running all over to meet them. Which with the toe situation is an incredibly more generous gift than before. I realize that when I am home that I am more content than anywhere else. I am so happy to just be here with them. Like, I could never leave the house (as long as there is an availability of chips and salsa to be delivered) and just be here together. It's a nice feeling, maybe one of the best.