I've been in my house for more than two weeks. More than a few boxes unpacked. Office, kitchen, and bedroom totally set-up.
Last night I slept in my bed for the first time since 4/20.
I woke up and walked out of the bedroom and into my office (also my man cave). A room where I spent about 75% of the money I got after the fire. A room I designed to the inch. Wanting it to be the most comfortable place on the face of Earth.
The Philips Smart lights kicked in. Perfect lighitning for 5:30 AM.
I was cold and said "Okay Google" I am cold and the Nest app kicked into play. It knows to turn on the space heater in my A/V stand first. The one with the totally cheesy and kind of cool fake fireplace.
At the time reading the Morning News Digest here, and Hans Zimmer and his music noted.
I asked my system to "Play Hans Zimmer" and it did.
Sat back and cried. Not a tear. I mean cried like a toddler.
All the time. All the money. All the effort. All the pain.
This was what I wanted. I have what I wanted. I wish I could bring all of you that have been so nice in the comments when I talk about this here. It is just nice.