Dear Friends & Family,

I forgot how hard it was being the mother of five little children. The only thing harder is being the grandmother of four little children. After 3 long days, and 4 long nights in
Chicago, I dragged into St. Louis at 10 pm Monday night, barely able to make it up the stairs to the oasis that I saw before me: my bed. Two days later, my mind is still mush, and I am reminded of why I did not read a book between the years of 1977 through 2007.

So,  that’s it for now. I’m going back to bed. Hope to be ready to go overboard next week.