Our Labor Day trip went by so quickly, but we all agreed it exceeded our expectations. It was tough to get up and pack for the airport, especially after a long evening of chatting, feeding sheep, drinking wine, eating cheese, and playing games on the wii. (The bull riding game is my new favorite.) We snarfed a little leftover pizza for breakfast so that we'd have time to visit the farm before we had to head to the airport. The farm looks about like I remembered it, minus some buildings and the hog houses. The field was full of feed corn that was almost ready for harvest. The barn is the part I remembered the most, probably because I spent every available moment searching it for kittens when I was little. No kittens anymore, but lots of memories. I was glad Terry got to see it, and I am glad it's still in the family. After a last little bite to eat--yes, we did eat constantly on this trip---and lots of goodbye hugs at the airport, we went to wait for the plane that would take us back to Texas. As a side note, I must highly recommend the Samuel Adams pub on Concourse B in the Indianapolis airport. I know that's kind of random, but the bartenders were just particularly nice and friendly in providing the magical elixir that makes it possible for me to fly in a plane without completely flipping out. I am also happy to report that our flight attendants were much nicer on the way back, and Terry and I got to sit together without a guy giving me Sudoku advice over my shoulder the entire way. Casey and Marissa scooped us up without a hitch at ABIA (even though it was rainy and yucky) and then fed us some yummy veggie chili. (Our spice quotient was a bit low after being in the Midwest.) The Fur has a blast with Jaxson and the rest of the Matison family while we were gone, but I think she was happy to be home too.