On the eve of leaving

I had an unexpected adventure this morning when I discovered that I had not remembered my departure day the same way my airline had.  On the other hand, my airline always sends a notice and a printable boarding pass, which they had failed to do.  A telephone and the right people at SWA rescued me; along with the exact right words to say, written out by my friend and hostess.

Then two wonderul events:
loading and moving my friend's large collection of the impressive paintings she had done over the years from her parents' unoccupied house to her own home; and a visit/walk/dinner together with her and my friend Shelley.

Rich, fulfilling.
And grateful to be going home tomorrow, to friends, mountains, the house where I lived with my beloved, Mishka the cat...
Good night.