- These two errant peppermints discovered in the bottom of my purse from Christmastime, looking so pretty in the little dish niece Abby put in my stocking.- They are sitting on top of a book that I covet reading time for: Southern writer Pat Conroy's, "South of Broad." A Washington Post reviewer says about Conroy, "No one can describe a tide or a sunset with his lyricism and exactitude." Maybe this weekend - I hear there is rain on the way...
- An annual visit to the emissions place for the required test on my car, and the guy with the Barry White voice is still there, blasting his soulful music. Calling my mother while I wait, she says "Where ARE you?"
Here's where I hope you are: about to have a really great weekend. Hope it is truly great!





















