Home again home again…

My parents used to say this little rhyme whenever we’d go on any kind of a long trip:

“Home again, home again
Jiggedy, Jog.

Home again, home again
big fat hog.”

It’s a part of an old mother-goose rhyme.  But as a child, somehow it made me feel better.

Tonight, in my semi-daily Skype call with the kids, I heard my wife reassuring the kids that I’ll be home tomorrow, if only for a weekend, using this same rhyme.

They smiled…

So did I…

Home again, home again…

Week 37 of 52.