It is so nice to be home. Instead of waking up in the morning to the sound of the L.A. Freeway, I'll hear the birds in the forest. This evening I sat on our stone patio and looked up at the towering oaks. They aren't redwoods, but they stand tall over our modest home in Arkansas. Tomorrow I unpack, run errands, return calls and emails and get a furniture project finished and ready for delivery.