And Then There Were Three: Bingo Bolger-Baggins

It's hard to believe that on this day, three years ago, I came home to the Shire and my little Pantry Smial. Little did I know that a year later I would walk out of that Pantry Smial into a glorious party in the Backside Smial and be sharing the brand new Back End with my friends and family. And you know, I'm still having a hard time recalling this time last year, though I do think it also concerned warm feelings regarding our little home. Perhaps it was during one of my koalified episodes. Hmmm. Home, I suppose I'm thinking about it a great deal lately and, in the finest display of obsessive-compulsive behavior MESPT has yet beheld, linked to every thought of it in my last entry.

So here I sit in bed, in a place that is not my home and yet so home-like feeling now. Dear Gary. And if home is where the heart is, then home I am, for friends dear to my heart have joined us here today. I hope my scars and bruises don't frighten them too much. At least the wounds are much better than they were. I wonder how long their trip took and if it was much trouble to find this place, since I haven't taken that trip myself. I feel a bit silly staying here in bed since I am so well, obviously, but I suppose I should stay off my feet still. I won't be well if I tear my wounds, will I? Then who knows when I'll be ready to travel and see everyone.

Uncle Sennie, Melbie, Celly, and--I can't believe it--Elanorelle! I hear them talking. Now when are they coming up? How much patience do they think this poor hobbit can muster? Really!