hot buttered rum

I needed this. I need all of these days, here. Home.

I never thought coming back home would qualify as a vacation. But you can't argue with real food; a warm, big bed; furry animals; and your mother drinking with you at the end of the day.

Quality. I still yearn for adventures and to strike out, but it's nice to know that I have a base to rendezvous at some of the time. A well-stocked base, I might add.