We made it back from Phoenix around 3 p.m. on Tuesday. Our luggage didn’t make it until 9 p.m., but at least it made it. I told my suitcase that I didn’t care where it had been, I was just glad it was home. We had a fun-filled long weekend eating Mexican food, riding horses, climbing mountains, roasting marshmallows, and harassing Grandma’s little dog. Now it’s time to switch gears and focus on Christmas programs, holiday parties, and shopping (I haven’t even started). But first I’ve got two or three or twelve loads of laundry to do.