Well, Lis is in the shower and the oatmeal is cooking. We are not moving real fast around here. It's hard to move fast, you know. It's a beautiful day here in Lloyd and it's hard to leave. I realize that if I am indeed an agoraphobic, I have certainly created a beautiful place in which to hide from the world.
BUT, as Ms. Angella said the other day, there is something of a traveling muscle and it is certainly time to exercise mine. It is weak and it is flabby but, gotta start somewhere.
Here we go. Slowly, but still.
I'll report in when we get to Asheville.