Another day in the mountains for me. This time it was for work training stores in North Georgia country. I left home in the wee hours of the morning and saw the sunrise from Appalacia. It was a strange, foggy drive with winding roads, and a wonderful feeling when the sun decided to wake up to join me.
After I finished, I was near my youngest daughter’s college, so we had dinner together. Then, back to the long, twisted road home. It was beautiful.
I have to confess to being a little tired tonight, so I will let the band who kept me company on the ride home close for me.
My voice is a little hoarse, not from the countless spiels I gave, but from singing at the top of my lungs all the way home.
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