I'm home

And I'm absolutely pooped. The trip was grand, the signing was grand, the after-shopping was grand, and the road trip there and back was also grand, if warm (the Impala doesn't have AC). But now I'm home, and I didn't take any pictures or anything, which is just as well because I'm cooking supper and unpacking and generally doing the kinds of things that are multitask enough without adding "typing coherent thoughts" into that mix.

But Richelle took pictures and posted a write-up. And I know that