Fried!
There is nothing quite like a surviving blogmeet to remind one of one’s mortality. Ken and I logged in something like 1,650 miles. Needless to say the trip back from Georgia was a tad more difficult than the trip to Georgia.
I’m too beat at the moment to say anything other than it was one great gathering.
Gotta get some rest. I think I’ll sit in Mr. Recliner and pretend to read.
Later.
