I am still in Atlanta, spending time with my sisters. One of them has just married, which is why I came to visit. One of my sisters is raising twins and a four-year-old, so I have been helping wherever possible. Time with family has been good. Last night, I drove one of my sister’s friends to the MARTA station so she could continue to the airport. On the way home, however, I became slightly lost. There were not many turns, but the distance was considerable. My sister’s directions included an uncertain street name, while my mother’s map had the wrong address circled, albeit one that seemed consistent with the directions. Eventually, I found my way home, ate some good food, and fell asleep.