my magical mystery tour has started off with the unexpected. I fell in my studio on Friday and landed on the corner of my desk on my lower right side. Had tons of stuff to do which I continued to take care of. First blessing my sister called and said get your self to the emergency room. Second it was an Athens and there was hardly anybody there so I was in and out within about three hours. Third blessing there was no damage to my kidneys. Blessing didn’t break a rib. Just have a fracture. Fourth blessing I got some muscle relaxers. Let’s move on Saturday packing and getting ready to go so I’m leaving on Sunday corresponding with my host.. Come to find out there’s no secure parking where I’m staying that’s a concern. Then I ask about walking to the restaurant close by? The host always recommends that you go in pairs well I’m a single. Then when I go to bed, I check my email again and he’s canceled my reservation. So guess I need to find another place or rethink my trip plans. Sunday morning and I find myself deciding that I’m going to drive straight through 10 1/2 hours. Am I crazy? Oh dear, how we make lemonade out of lemons. And find in our life to accept all the unexpected. Satisfaction in the knowing I can handle what comes.