We're home from being gone four weeks and finally settling back into the regular hum of life. I suppose I could pretend the laundry was done and put away, or, heck, even pretend I'VE UNPACKED MY BAG, but why front? My biggest accomplishment in the past two days was putting on yoga pants and getting the mail…baby steps, Internet, baby steps.

Polo and I have mostly taken refuge under a blanket, talking only when necessary. And by necessary I mean turning to my suitcase and asking, Why haven't you unpacked yourself?!?

Today we're going to LA to see the premiere of Hunger Games…and if I go in something nicer than yoga pants, I'm going to high-five myself.