Home at last.

I hugged Beverly and said, "That is it--I am sick of traveling!" She understands. She says people don't understand how hard it can be on you, especially when it is ministry and the demands involve your energy from morning to night. Even the best of all trips can exhaust you. Friends, I am empty—happy, but empty until I replenish.

But it is over. The whirlwind is over and the road trip will be by August 4. This blog is almost over. I can't believe some of you have read it since March. What an adventure huh?

Bev and I ate at Red Lobster. I come home from New England and go to Red Lobster. Rather ironic!

I got home at 1. But I am home. And I don't want to leave again for a long time.