ready!
“Leavin… on a jet plane. Don’t know — when I’ll be back again.” Thalia sang one of the songs that put John Denver on the map. She’d been playing it on repeat for the last 24 hours.
“You know we’re driving, right?” asked the Muse of Many Questions.
“Yes, yes… that’s irrelevant,” Thalia replied. “Soon there will be photos from outside of Waukesha County.”
Urania stood in the hall and tapped her foot with the impatience of Henny waiting for a ball to be launched. “C’mon, c’mon. We’ve got to pack the cooler, eat some breakfast, throw the ball for Hen, get our bags in the car…”
“Take a breath Nia,” Calliope replied with monk-like patience. “All shall be well.”
Bye-bye all!
See you soon.
We travel not to escape life but for life not to escape us. ~Unknown
Away! Away! A way for Mia to develop repetitive stress disorder in her tapping foot! Which could interfere with her side hustle to become a ballroom dancer…
Safe and fulfilling travels and tarrying.
We wish y'all safe journey, happy adventures, and uneventful return!