It's good to be home

How I love lazy Sunday Mornings. Oh, there's nothing like your own bed after days on the road.

In the words of Joni Mitchell...

Last night I couldn't sleep

Oh, you know it sure is hard to leave here Carey

But it's really not my home

My fingernails are filthy, I got beach tar on my feet

And I miss my clean white linen and my fancy French cologne