Are you my mother?

Mommy has returned home. I took her to the airport at 5 a.m. (Whose idea was this 7 o'clock flight?) But she's on a plane heading towards St. Louis. She was excited about that because the last time she was in St. Louis was on a cross country trip with my dad in 69. They drove through snapping pictures of the arch. I'm back home (finally! It took an hour to drive back from the airport.) The house is quiet and Bella is stalking the baby birds who live in the attic next door. I'm off to pt soon and then to drive a friend to a doctor's appointment. Woo hoo! Busy day.