After ten hours, 500 miles, and four rest stops—with Sandy, our Cavalier King Charles spaniel alternating between a perch at the back of our RAV IV and my lap—John and I arrived safely in Ohio. We’re staying with my son and his lovely Jenny, whom we haven’t seen since May. It feels wonderful to be here. The kids cooked us a delicious pasta dinner, and we walked all three dogs (they have two) by Lake Erie, across the street from where they live. The air was crisp, and the clear sky was full of stars.

Tomorrow will be the first time John’s sons and mine will be together since our wedding 15 months ago. It’s late, and we’re all tired, so this will be all I have time to write tonight.

Happy Thanksgiving, one and all!