Mom and I got home safely on Wednesday night...and were SO pleasantly surprised to see that Dan was picking us up in person (despite rush hour traffic).  We crashed yesterday (Thursday) and she headed home at about 10:00 this morning.

I spent the day cross stitching and catching up on the recent U.S. Open...and then heading out to play a bit of golf with our friends, Tom and Renee' at the club.  I thought I was playing horribly...but I ended up with a 116.  So, it's all relative.  116 is horrible for some folks.

But for me, with jet lag...on antibiotics, not having played for two weeks...well, it's a decent score.

For Tiger?  Different context.

It's nice to be home.  Nice to be settled into real life (complete with laundry and preparing my own meals, etc.).  Nice to be with Dan.

There's no place like home.

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