This scene greeted me on the kitchen counter this morning as I prepared to leave for the airport.
I wondered if it was the fish or the fresh pumpkin muffins that were good with cream cheese.
I decided it was the muffins. Thank you, Hannah.
I am sitting at the Atlanta airport, where all of humanity has gathered to fly home from Thanksgiving dinners and family gatherings. We had a luscious Thanksgiving, too -- just look at that dish of baked vegetables... even before baking, it was this beautiful! Merci, merci to the chefs!
We've had two days of deliciously wonderful, constantly falling rain, and no one is complaining because we've been in such a drought here.
But it's foggy this morning, as a result. ATL, the world's busiest airport, is careful with low ceilings, and that often means flight delays. But I have my muffin. I will be fine.
I'm on the way to Washington, D.C. I will spend a day with family in Frederick, Maryland, then scoot to Fairfax and Fauquier Counties in Virginia, where I'm working the rest of the week with third-through-eighth graders on personal narrative writing.
Schools are my tasty muffins. Family is my cream cheese treat, that little (big) extra. After this trip, I am home for the year. Let the celebrating begin, both for this trip, and for the family time right around the corner.
I'm looking forward, this holiday season, to lots and lots of cream cheese...
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