There is no Place Like Home
It is late Sunday afternoon and I am home from Lone Rock, Iowa. Most of what I had taken along is back in its original place.
I am not pre-judging if I will take part in a sewing retreat again. I will admit, I did shake the pain pill bottle once a day in the afternoons. A new experience for this ole gal. I did enjoy meeting new people and exchanging ideas.
It’s now time to rustle up a supper for Dennis. He did well on his own since Thursday. Who knows, maybe he feels that he also has had a great retreat.