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Our house is actually starting to look like our home.

We had our living room furniture delivered yesterday, and for the first time in more than a month and a half, there is actually workable, usable furniture in the living room. Another day or two and I might actually sit on the couch or one of the chairs.

Tomorrow we're having quite a bit of our artwork hung on our walls, and that will complete my office. Artwork means a different thing in that room than it will in the rest of the house. Instead of "fine art," I have photographs, mementos of my career as a sportswriter, a framed autographed John Elway jersey, a few framed movie posters and my case with a dozen autographed baseballs.

You know, guy stuff.

This is the first time since I lived alone in 1992 that I've been able to decorate a room of my own, and after all those years in journalism, I have plenty of stuff to decorate it with.

It really is starting to feel like home.