Shh ... Mattie's sleeping

I've never had a pic of Mattie before -- he hates pictures. But he fell asleep in the recliner and I took my chance. Shh, don't tell him. And don't wake him up either. Why won't he just go to bed? Boys are silly.

The drive to Indiana wasn't bad, except there's no real direct route there so I had to use smaller, divided highways. To top that, the GPS decided I needed the extremely scenic tour of West Tennessee, so I hit the Main Street of a half-dozen small towns between Memphis and the Kentucky border. To pass the time, I listened to CNBC and the iPod, but I was glad to have a passenger to keep me awake on the way home. Mattie and I talked a lot and listened to his iPod. He has a much more eclectic selection than I do -- like Top 40 hits from the 1940s.

God, it's good to have him back. Now I don't know why I was so worried. It's the same way with Carrie -- even if it's been two years, it's like no time has passed at all. We pick up where we left off, and there's something both comforting and comfortable about that.

Right as rain.