Heather and Jacynth arrived right on time at the Milwaukee airport, but then they found out the CDs they had shipped to me had not arrived. There were some CDs from previous trips at a retreat house in the area so we arranged to go there, but by this time, the sun had set, rush hour traffic was still heavy, and it had begun to sleet. At 7:00 pm we three dragged ourselves to the warm embrace of the Episcopalian nuns who took one look and said, stay the night. When we calculated how long it would take us to reach Green Bay, it didn't take long to make a decision. We each were assigned a room in the serenity of the home.
Once again, this traveler found friends just when she needed them.
We attended the moving compline service and collapsed into our beds with no inclinations to talk. Good, because this was the Greater Silence in a sequestered group that doesn't talk much anyhow.
Gary says I always know where to pitch a tent.
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