Last weekend my son and I went skiing in Lake Placid.  It's important to get time with you teenage son sometimes.  And, this provided us that quality time together.  At least while we were driving up there and back.  I just don't understand why he gets tired of skiing with me.  Some of those bunny slopes are treacherous.  Oh well, at least I see him in the evenings.

    Being away from home always makes coming home special.  Day one away isn't too bad but by day three you just can't wait to get home.  Don't get me wrong, I love to travel.  But, home is really hard to beat.  I begin to long for "my chair" and "my bed."  At home you are surrounded by those things you know and love.  But, you know what, the absolute key to home, the one thing that is absolutely special we just never discuss.  

    Too often there is pain and suffering while you travel - while you know comfort awaits at home.  You have to tolerate the unacceptable - joy awaits at home.  You've trained yourself for years at home and then it all collapses on the road.  You know what I mean don't you!  Yes, it's the toilet paper.  There is true joy in coming home.  You get to see family again - you've really missed them.  You get to sit in your comfy chair - feet up and remote control in-hand. You get to snuggle into your cozy bed but all bliss resides "your" toilet paper - what can I say except - The End.