Forty-six hours after the beginning of our annual weekend of fun and friendship I was on my way back home. Three hours after my return the car is unpacked, dirty clothes are in the wash and I am exhausted. It's a good kind of exhaustion though, one that resulted from late night laughter, floating in the sun on the Severn River, an abundance of fabulous food and early morning coffee talk on the deck.
It's all good.
Taking Flight - And on our last day in Atlanta... There was scootering! At noon, I checked the app and saw that there was an available scooter a few blocks away. "I'm goi...
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