Hi folks. Gayle here. By now you know. The only time I pop up to say hello is when Brandilyn can't. While she and her husband had a great time on their anniversary mini-vacation, it was their intention to return home last night. She called me, however--at the time they should have been high up in the air--to say they were stranded at the airport. And if she and Mark were lucky, they'd be home by about 3 a.m this morning... if they were lucky.
So, she'll catch up with you tomorrow. Fill you in, I'm sure. I imagine the delay was boring. But being the fine novelist we all know Brandilyn is, even if it is, in her telling of it, you'd wish you were so fortunate to be stranded.
Blessings all. Headed back to my cave until the next time Brandilyn calls upon me to communicate with y'all. :-)