Hubby is a grump today. Wuzzle is cutting a tooth today. I am craming two Microbiology labs and chapter readings into about three hours today. I have spent the last two weeks stuffed into an 8 x 8 box with the aforementioned grump and teething 8 1/2 month old. It’s safe to day that I am homesick.

And it’s worse today.

It’s worse because we’re in Kansas. Flat, wind blown, colorless Kansas.

Don’t get me wrong, the midwest has a special place in my heart. I grew up in Nebraska after all. But you see, at home you can’t look out and see forever. The wind doesn’t just blow and blow and blow. And the color? Well, it’s anything but non-existant.

It’s almost spring time, and I have a cute red sports car parked in my garage, just begging for someone to open the moon roof and take it for a spin. And I have a hot tub sitting in my back yard, just waiting for someone to remove the top and soak for hours on end. I also have a bottle of wine on top of my fridge, waiting to be cracked open. And flowers waiting to be planted. I need to be home.

More importantly? I need to see this view.