This weekend was good.
Good drive (sixth roadtrip in eight weekends).
Good iced coffee.
Good weather (minus Friday night's tornadic skies of doom, which made the rest of the weekend seem extra beautiful).
Good balance of down time and busy time.
The kind of good that left Zach and I wishing these particular good times didn't just happen once a month.
We'll be back, Clemmons. And one of these days, we won't have to leave when the weekend is over.
And that, my friends, will be really good.