May 9

Abby made her grand return to the Mother Ship this morning.

I had my usual cuppa joe and she had one of her faves --a mocha cookie crumble frap-- and we sat in my usual corner chit-chatting with Terry and a sprinkling of the usual suspects as they came and paused and then went.

And it was good. And for that bit of familiar, predictable, comforting goodness, I am very grateful.