We said goodbye to the snow and the fireplaces and apple cider and the mistletoe and the precious Main Street bookstores this morning.
And drove back through the beautiful Hudson Valley…
To hop a plane in NYC bound for New Orleans.
Along the way, we got a phone call.
That I can tell you about later. Unfortunately, much later.
DANGIT why does everything have to be a secret, right? I know. But this one is juicy. The juiciest. More to come on that a later date. It’ll be worth the wait. Promise.
For now, we’re home. I’m in my old chair at my old desk in our old house and life is very very good.
It’s good to be home.