Marching through Georgia

We are arrived in Atlanta and comfortably settled in our hotel, the four of us.

The drive down was uneventful; we stopped north of Nashville at a Mexican restaurant, which was fine.

The room is fine, although there was not a night stand on my side of the bed, which I really have to have.

There was also nothing that would work, no extra chair or trash can.

Hence the ironing board beside my bed.

And, on that note’ good night.