Two green lights and "flying low"

You ALWAYS want to get two green lights when coming back into Mexico from the USA. I did yesterday morning. It's not a big hassle if you do get a red light, but it just makes it easier to keep on going down the road. I always sigh with relief.

So I "flew low", tried to stay under the clouds - sometimes succeeding, sometimes not - and got home last evening before dark. The drive was hazardous with mist, rain, fog, low clouds and five wrecks. I've never seen that many wrecks before but you mix the above ingredients and all heck breaks loose.

Lordy, it was wonderful to be in my own bed. Velcro purred so loud that it kept me awake, sorta. The sun is out today. The flowers are blooming in the garden - azaleas, lillies and those orange flowers that I never know what they are.

Still not well but, I'm on the mend. Javier, the gardener showed up today and unloaded everything out of the car. What a big help that was - he usually comes on Friday so it was fortuitous that he came today.

So, that's about it from South of the Border - nothing exciting - just that I'm alive and home!
YEE HA.