I did arrive without further ado at the Charlottesville airport. I walked out of the baggage claim and there was Wes, leaning on his car with a beautiful bouquet of flowers. And I dissolved again. But I’ve been buoyantly happy from then on. He took the rest of the day off and we puttered back home, I got reacquainted with my Daffodil House, then puttered off to town for a brief shopping spell and dinner.
It’s so lovely to be back together. I keep getting a joy bubble. My cup runs over.
And I hope to soon regale you with great tales of me conquering various mountains and waterfalls.
I’m a hero. Just in case you didn’t know. I’m also so exhausted in this picture that while trying to duplicate the ‘we can do it’ look, I didn’t have the strength to a) flex or b) smile. Still a hero though.
Arrivederci! (I’ve been listening the The Thief Lord and you should too).