We are back home, as of this morning. ‘t was brillig in Belgium. I don’t have the faintest idea what “brillig” means, but it was in Belgium, I’m sure of that. It was nice, sometimes even extremely nice, to see family and friends again — with apologies to those we couldn’t meet and thanks to those who made our stay a very pleasant one — but still, ‘t was brillig in Belgium. Most likely this isn’t even Belgium’s fault, but it was. Brillig, I mean. It’s good to touch the green green grass of home. Figuratively speakin’ cuz there ain’t much grass around here.