Ohman! I wish I had known you would be in St. George!!! It’s only 120 miles from here, and I have a niece, nephew and brother-in-law there! I could have driven up to meet you!
*whine*
Wait. Are you still there?
We were in St. G through Saturday morning. I’d have loved to swing through your neck of the woods to say “Boo,” but that would have been about all we’d have had time for, and I wanted to do you better justice than that.
Also, traveling with my FIL — let’s just say he’s something of a “mitigating factor” where ladies of a certain age are concerned; more cad than Casanova, sadly, though his perception is exactly the reverse.
Wednesday evening was Thanksgiving with one set of relatives.
Thursday was Thanksgiving with another set.
Friday we borrowed a car and escaped to Zion National Park for the day, then went and visited another set of relatives after we got back.
Driving home on Saturday, we managed dinner with friends in Bakersfield who I’ve known for more than thirty years. We got home about 2am, fell into bed and slept the sleep of the dead.
What I need, now, is a vacation.