Now sitting at Boston, Logan airport awaiting our flight home, which is delayed by two hours. Ugh. It's hot, sticky and noisy. But, in the spirit of Pollyanna (whose author lived in Littleton, where we admired a small bronze outside the town library last week) I'm glad I could keep my lipstick with me as it seems as though lipsticks are exempt from the strict "no gels, liquids etc" rules. We may be hot, sweaty and grubby - but lips will be slick and pink!
I keep my blog as a personal record of what I'm up to, which might be seen as working towards "An elegant sufficiency, content, retirement, rural quiet, friendship, books, ease and alternate labour, useful life". I'm certainly not there yet. There is quite some way to go!