home again, home again

Right place, right time.

I've had my odometer tell me that before and now it's done so again.

I drove straight through from Waycross to Savannah, promising my Saturn a full tank.

Apparently, that was a good thing.

When I reached Aldi's on Abercorn, my little car drank up 10.4 gallons thirstily.

My tank only holds 11 gallons... so, that was pretty close to empty.

And when I started the engine, the mileage glowed: 2 2 6 3 2 1.

As in, 3... 2... 1..., let's get on home!

Good trip, for a good reason, with good hugs given and received.

Now, my bed and my pillow await the night and I'll be glad to snuggle into them.

i thank You, God.