I have been much looking forward to seeing a dear friend in a suburb of Atlanta. I made part of the drive from Asheville at night, stopping around 11pm to sleep; I drove through part of South Carolina and into Georgia, but of course missed both state line signs. Getting to see Abby is such a treat. And the meeting of critters: Abby and I have spent so many hours exchanging stories and pictures of her cat and my dog, both of whom have so much personality and quirk, that their meeting was sure to be eventful. There has been some bickering. Never a dull moment.
I am so glad to be here in the heart of a friend’s home once more. Always a lovely interlude. Thanks, Abs.