It sounds boring but it's not

I love coming back to Boston... it makes every cell in my body fizz with happiness and relief. When I walked in the door of my condo, Rafe ran out onto the stairs, and then the other cats ran out onto the stairs, and so heisenbug and I went out with them and snuggled on the stairs while all three of them ran madly up and down. I may write more about the trip later, but all of it feels unimportant next to being home again.

Here's what I did on my cross-country plane flights:

I said I would only post finished objects here, but the back of a sweater is kind of a finished object, right?