The owner of the house is called Richard, but he is still only a voice on the phone. When we called him to tell him we were in town he told us where his house and the key to unlock the door were without hesitation.
Walter and I haven't been drinking coffee anymore (only mint tea), but if there is a nice coffee shop and a days worth of computer stuff to do then we'll treat ourselves. Well, I treated myself 3 times and didn't sleep well last night. When we got in after riding 20 miles early this morning I was exhausted.
So we went ahead and took Richard's offer of heading over to his house even though he is out of town with his Grandson until this evening. It is such a funny, amazing, heart warming, odd, sweet thing to be in someone's home whom you've never met and then even in their shower. And then on their couch. And then making a cup of tea.
I was thinking about this all as I sat on the couch. I had fallen asleep and then woke up about 15 minutes later with a bit of a jolt. It was a "Ah! This isn't my house!" kind of thing....
I looked over and Walter was sitting up asleep next to me.
It was one of those moments where I looked around and thought, "look at where I am.....hm."
I woke Walter up about 10 minutes later thinking maybe we should go feed Soj and find a place to get on-line. Both of us wanted nothing more than to sleep at that moment, but being asleep on the couch when Richard got home felt a little weird so we got up, had some tea, and went to the little Sojer.
Last night Cindy prepared an amazing meal for us. Manicotti with Spinach and strawberry salad and some of the best homemade bread I have ever had. For dessert she made homemade sticky buns, also some of the best I've ever had.