Yes, I woke up to the alarm, thank goodness. Made both planes, sat on the runway in Philadelphia in the rain. Talked with a woman who lives in a house built in 1830. She has four dogs, a missing tooth, and a great laugh. I drank tomato juice. By the time I arrived home, the sun was shining on the last of the fire and pumpkin-colored leaves. I do love this season more than anything.
I have to leave again on Tuesday, so this is a busy weekend. My family keeps reminding me that I turn 44 on Sunday. Hard to believe… I still feel fifteen.
Have a glorious weekend everyone. Go outside and enjoy the fresh air!