It happened on Saturday.
There I was, with my family all around, a glass of wine in my hand, a belly full of good food... there was a diamond waiting nearby for an unsuspecting finger, the tree glowing softly and my son's laughter as he played with his new toys. Then it hit me.
I was home.
It felt really good.
Merry Christmas, gentle reader. May your hearth be warm, your table laden and your house filled with laughter.