Sometimes this writer is just too pooped to put words down on paper. I have spent the entire day since 8 am going, going, going and now I’m gone as far as words go.

So I’m giving myself permission to just say hello out there and to let you know that I’ll be back next week with something very worthy of reading — I hope.

But right now Judy Garland is singing “You Made Me Love You,” on the radio, the cats are fed, and it’s time for me to pour a glass of wine and put my feet up, read a chapter of my not-very-good-book, and just be home.

And home it indeed is. Today is our 3-month anniversary of our move to this new apartment. And, I’m happy to say, that all three of us are feeling very much at home and even happy to be here.