In seven days, I’ll be driving three hundred and fifty miles by myself.  I’m driving that far to attend my cousin’s wedding.  Gee, last year I did the trip twice (once by plane) to attend his brothers’ weddings.  I wouldn’t make a trip like this for just anyone but I do adore my cousins and can’t wait to get there.

     I was supposed to have a friend drive with me but she’s injured, and she can’t travel.  Dear Hubby can’t make the trip because he doesn’t dare leave his mother alone for four days in a row.  She’s not up to that yet.  He calls her every day and goes over to her house every other day now.  Therefore, once again I do the trip alone.

     I don’t mind.  It’s a lovely drive and I’ll get to see all my aunts and many of my cousins.  Since I’m a night owl I’ll be traveling at night and arrive there in the morning the day before the wedding.  My dear, sweet Auntie, the mother of the groom, promises she’ll have coffee ready for me when I get there.  I’ll need it and a nap.