I’m making the seven-hour trip alone. And, I don’t mind, honestly. I’m stocked with books on tape. Plenty of time to ponder and plan. Ample rest stops. Getting closer and closer to seeing my family.


I was met, of course, with the usual drama, but also with open arms of hospitality and love. Good food and laughter with my family. Beautiful and entertaining children. I had roomies for the night: my brother and his sweet children.


En route to my destination, I had a fruitful stop in a small town where I scored two cafe chairs and a camp stool. Fun find.


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