We home. I mean we back in Atlanta, but it feels like home. The temperature was 69F when we landed. Way better than the 42F we left behind in London. Last night I just watched the telly while Hollis went off to tell his girlfriend goodbye. Glad I warn't there to see that. Anyway she'll be back at Millsaps in April. I don't reckon it'll kill him to be without her that long. The flight back was okay. We followed the sun so it was daylight the whole way. Hollis says I ain't as apt to get jet slag coming this way. I can't figure that one out. Our cousins picked us up at the monster airport they got here in Atlanta. They brung us back to their house and grilled steaks and asparagus on the patio. It was good to get some American food for a change. Tomorrow me and Hollis is headed back to God's country. He had brung his jeep over and we riding it back. So glad to be this close to Harper. Thank you, Lord.
Tomorrow: Just Sitting Out on the Lake
Hollis' funny name of the day:
Avery Littlejohn has a small bathroom
No comments:
Post a Comment