Houseguest

We are awaiting the arrival, any moment now, of our former neighbor in Evanston. Tomorrow I'll drive her down the interstate, bless some trucks, wave to the corn, and show her my office. The largest piece of framed art on my wall is one of her original works, so I hope she'll enjoy finding it there.

And then we'll eat, drink, and catch up. Friends matter so much to me, and often I wonder if that's especially true because I never had siblings. Hmm.