"We are at home again. We are exhausted..." --Mark Twain

Mark Twain said this. And I can't wait to agree with him on Wednesday Dec 17th at 11am mst.

"We are at home again. We are exhausted...We have full comfort in one reflection, however. Our experiences...have taught us that in time this fatigue will be forgotten;...--and then, all that will be left will be pleasant memories...memories we shall call up with always increasing interest as the years go by, memories which some day will become all beautiful when the last annoyance that encumbers them shall have faded out of our minds never again to return. School-boy days are no happier than the days of after life, but we look back upon them regretfully because we have forgotten our punishments at school, and how we grieved when our marbles were lost and our kites destroyed--because we have forgotten all the sorrows and privations of that canonized epoch and remember only its orchard robberies, its wooden sword pageants and its fishing holidays. We are satisfied. We can wait. Our reward will come.

To us...to-day's experiences will be an enchanted memory a year hence--memory which money could not buy from us."

I'm not quite home yet. But I am already exhausted.