Honey, we're home

We spent Thanksgiving with our son in Columbus, Georgia, this year.  Wow, what a long drive; it's somewhere between 800 and 850 miles one way.  We drove straight through on the way down.  We ended up traveling in the dark for over three hours, and Cliff hates that.  I read aloud most of the way down, which really makes the time go by fast.  We read "Now You See Her" by James Patterson and finished "Mudbound", which I'd started on a road trip some time back.  If you read "The Help" and liked it, you will like "Mudbound".  I was hoarse from all those hours of reading by the time we got to Georgia, let me tell you.  

That's Debbie, Lyndsay (my youngest grandchild), and our son, Jim.  

Friday we were all surfing the Internet together (the highs were in the 70's all the time we were there) and I wanted a picture of all that techie activity.  Since I couldn't be taking the picture and still be in the picture, a neighbor boy took my place.  

Lyndsay with neighbor kids.  

 Some of my son's grandchildren are shy, but not these two.  In this picture, I'm showing Morgan and Cambry (not sure of the spelling) some pictures on my Ipad.  
I took dozens of pictures while we were there, but I am pretty sure the general public doesn't want to see every single one.  

Cliff and Lyndsay getting in a few hugs our last evening in Columbus.

Coming home, we drove as far as St. Louis yesterday and stopped to spend the night at Cliff's sister's house.  That got us out of driving in the dark; this morning we headed home, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed.