My husband and I should be in Florida. We left on Wednesday looking forward to five days at the Air B&B of friends who generously offered it for a get-away. (Thank you, dear friends.) The chickens were in good hands, the water was turned off. St. Joseph and St. Michael were on the security detail. We pulled out of the driveway with eager anticipation and began a rosary for our safe travels.
Sometimes the best laid plans go awry.
