But just in case, I thought I’d mention I’ll be out of town for the weekend. I’m driving to Birmingham bright and early in the morning to catch a Southwest flight to San Antonio. After 39 years, hubby has decided to retire from teaching college level English. This is good. He has a ToDo list that will take him at least 40 years to finish, and then he’s promised to start on mine. He’s holding a small dinner at our favorite restaurant (La Posada del Rey, if you were wondering) for a few special people. I don’t want to miss it. I’ll fly back to Alabama early Sunday morning. (And doggone if you can’t see our house on the map!)

See, if I hadn’t told you, you’d never even miss me.