Awoke late enough to see bright sunshine on the hills and hollows instead of the feared-for dusting of snow in the upper elevations. Thermometer read 27 degrees. Inside the great room: 62. Front door was standing wide open. Dog’s walking herself this morning out that same door.
Transition week for us. We head out next Tuesday for the annual trek back to South Florida. Call us snowbirds, we’ll say guilty as charged. Call us lucky, and we’ll say we planned it this way.
The extra motivation for a safe arrival back in Morningside is my inclusion this year in the 31st Miami Book Fair International on a three-novelist panel, 2:30 p.m. Sunday, Nov. 23. Featured author, they call it.
Hard-earned recognition, I call it.