I'm about to pack a little bag and get on the road to Apalachicola.
I say that as if it was the simplest thing in the world, which it IS, but of course for me, the woman who is either agoraphobic or simply loves her house and yard too much or perhaps a combination of both, it's really not.
Oh! The animals! Oh! The...what else is there?
I'll check in from the beautiful Old Florida city of Apalachicola where the river meets the bay meets the Gulf.
Or something like that.