I've been home for just over a month now-and I mean that quite literally. Our family picked a "designated extrovert" to do all the errands fairly early on, and those of you who know me know that my extrovert qualifications come up short. So with the exception of one trip to get coffee back when Ten Ton could still offer sit-down service, my house is the only building I've been in since I got back from Seattle.

I'm still adjusting-not so much to being stuck at home as to being home in the first place. About once a week I wake up confused as to which bedroom I'm in. And it has recently occurred...