I know it's not Sunday, yet. But it feels like it!
I'm on my annual pilgrimage to Florida to attend a black-tie dinner I've been going to for over 30 years. I took off Friday to travel, and now I'm going to spend the early part of the day visiting my dad's grave and seeing familiar territory and going to some favorite restaurants.
The high winds that have hit the mid-Atlantic came just as I was leaving, so I'm hoping I don't return to destruction. Three years ago, I had a sprinkler head freeze and burst while I was on my trip, so it wouldn't be the first time. All I can do is pray.
So, please forgive the day-early Sunday post. Let's just call it an early placemark.