Last Time for the Table
I sit down now at my dining room table to write letters. One will go to Massachusetts, the other to Poland. I hope that this is the last time I will write at this table. The desk is stained and Mr. Duffy is buying varnish today. I am told it will need two coats. Lord willing, by Monday both coats will be applied and dried and he can bring in my new organizing/writing space. Unfortunately, I leave town on Tuesday and will be torn away from my new love for a few days but it is well known that distance makes the heart grow fonder.