1st Morning, 9th Afternoon

 

We were glad to see them arrive . . . and yet so, so glad to pack up the car and return them to their parents.
If you haven't heard me in person, you might not know that just as the 48 hour mark rolled over, I came down with a not so springy Spring cold. Nearly two weeks later I still sound like I took up chain smoking and gargling with gravel roughly 37 years ago.