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.