Monday morning we left Montgomery a little earlier than normal (the turtles moved quickly) due to weather (hail storm) coming in… Ray Charles crooned "Georgia on my mind" as we headed out south and I said, "Georgia, we are blowing past you with Florida on my mind!" Dean Martin took over and I remember what a voice he had as he sang in Italian, "That’s amore," and I made a grocery list to Dean Martin crooning "Hurry Home" "chicken, milk, mushrooms, sweet potatoes," that’s amore… With all the coughing and congestion, I haven’t lost my appetirte. Before I went into the hospital I absolutely wasn’t hungry so I have a feeling that all the antibiotics kicked in lately … So now, "come on body and fight the bug whatever it is!" I rejoice at the sight of rows of pine trees and farms offering fresh produce from stands along route 231 south. The lady in the gas station sneezed and advised, "we have no spring flowers, but we have pollin!" "Quick Chuck, head south, let’s go south!" 1138am we cross into Florida! I sing and dance and drink Florida orange juice at the Welcome Center. We added the rental car to the Sunpass and headed off towards I-10. We found a lovely hotel in Ocala on I-75; this shortens the ride tomorrow and we hope to get home ahead of rush hour traffic. I sunk onto the bed a huddled mass of sleepy, runny nose, coughing and I said to Chuck, "I would like a cold beer." He said, "let’s go,"…. I spritzed my nose with nasal spray from the Kingman hospital, and put on shoes and we enjoyed a beautiful Italian meal with chianti! I think I feel better. Wow! Let’s hope I’m really getting better. My dears. Keep praying for us one more day as we travel the Florida turnpike to home. God bless you!
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