Newscoma

Eating heavy food at 10 p.m. at the Gerst House does not do well for ‘coma although the company was great as Lynn and John came and hung out with Squirrel Queen and I.

Oh, and late night coffee, also not of the good.

Enough about the follies of my digestive system. I rambled on as I usually do when I’m hanging with John. He must be the most patient man on the planet listening to newscoma can, at times,  put one into a coma. Thanks John and Lynn.

I’d never met Lynn before, but she has the most soothing voice that I could have just crawled up on the table and asked her to read the Phone Book and I would have been the happiest girl in the word.

Breakfast at Noshville with Slartibartfast.

Reminder campers, Sista has a birthday. Come one, come all.

We’ll be at the Mothership at lunchtime and then it’s back to Hooterville.

(BTW, I’m truly blessed by the warm reception that we have received here in Nashville. If I have not said thank you … Well, Thank You. Except you, Gerst House. Wait, it was my own darned fault.)