It always feels so weird to come home after a long trip. Especially since we have spent just about as much time in the RV as we have in our new house since we moved in.
Unfortunately, we had to have a fish funeral upon our return. Gyarados didn’t make it. I cried. A lot. And poor Adam was a great sport and helped me dig a hole in the backyard. RIP Gyarados. Best fish ever.
The cats are doing great though, and all the plants made it.
We both have an unbelievable amount of work to catch up on, but the trip was well worth it.