Last night we went out "for a night on the town," which is something that rarely happens any more unless our friend Mark is involved. We went to the Aces Lounge to hear his blues band, The Nighthawks, play. Mark comes down from the Washington, D.C. area for the antique motorcycle meet (that's the connection with my husband). His wife's family has a vacation home in Vermont. We go to hear the band in March and we go out to dinner with them sometime in the fall when they visit in Vermont.
Two nights out a year--what an exciting life!
This morning, we got the call at 8A.M. that Elizabeth had gotten on plane in Atlanta and was on her way to Fort Myers, scheduled to land at 10, so we had to gulp down some coffee and head out for the airport about 70 miles or so south of here.
Napping seems to be the big plan for this afternoon. E. left her house at 4:30 this morning and Mike and I stayed up past our bedtime. Sweet dreams to all of us.