Good news. Long night (little sleep), long day, but am as packed as I can be at this hour. Heading to bed early because I have to get up early for the journey home.
I have visions of packing for a trip to the SE in a few weeks, and I’m still trying to figure out “wh’hoppen?”
It must be time for me to think about what to take and what to leave behind. Of course, it will all depend on how long all y’all can put up with my cute little self.
My biggest fear is that young Frank will be too old to hug and hold by the time I get there, and Ash will be too independent to want to drag an old auntie for a walk.