I want a really nice hot shower. Some really nice relax clothes and some cuddle time. I’m home now. I believe I am going to head over to Cody’s after a shower. Nothing really to do here anyway. So, I will leave you with this.

So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell,
Blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?

And did they get you to trade
Your hero’s for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange
A walk on part in the war
For a lead role in a cage?

How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We’re just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl,
Year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found?
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.
— Wish You Were Here, Pink Floyd

This is to you honey dew! 🙂