The plane from Atlanta was delayed. Of course. Bill ended up flying for more than 30 hours before he finally was released from the clutches of air travel. We got home around 2-3 am, the only car on that lonesome highway in the dark. Even the deer were asleep.
I have to go to work today and slog through that hot-humid veil of tears without a nap. How will I ever survive? Stay tuned...
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