Friday, Day 4, Part 1

I’m here.  I’m safe.  I’m beat.  I have no witty repartee at my fingertips.  Two state Welcome Centers, four museums, four scrapbook stores, and seven plus hours of driving have wiped me out…can I be getting old?  Nah, that can’t be it! 

Tomorrow.  I’ll write about today tomorrow…probably before noon…maybe.