Imagine my disappointment when I awoke Monday morning and realized that there would be no surfeit of scrumptious baked goods, eggs rendered into art works, fresh berries and yogurt, and the best bacon ever on the table. Or, that I would not be in the excellent company of the Arscotts, four-legged members included. I sought to console myself with a bit of your delicious sugary orange rinds.
Thank you for a lovely sorjourn in Morganton and for tolerating my late night arrivals.
With every good wish,