Home again, home again...

Arrived last night and now we're at Rom's. I think I slept most of the way - Manuel got to be my personal pillow again. I just hope he and Pete didn't talk about me while I was out. *grins*

It's... very good to be here. I can think here, and rest; there's stuff I need to think about. And get the rest of that gift shopping done. Manuel seems happier too - possibly because he's never been to Rom's place before, and he doesn't feel like he's supposed to remember anything. I'm starting to understand it now.

Speaking of shopping, I'm heading into Soho today - there's a couple of underground music places I want to check out, plus some other things. Presents might either be a couple of days late in the mail, or I'll hang onto a few until New Year's at Muir.