Nance Crawford

Elinor's driving. Just blew every minute of an hour sending emails and thanking God and everyone via Facebook and have got to feed the cats before they eat my ankles. I'll be back, later. (And I don't care what the clock here, says, my little elephant tells me it's 11:15 a.m. and my monitor says so, too.)

I'll be back, later, with more.