DAY 127
Sunday August 5th
Cincinnati OH

I awaken to the gentle sound of raindrops on my bedroom skylight, politely listening for my hosts to be up and around. Hearing no sound, I lie in bed writing, until nature eventually insists that I get up. At this point, I smell coffee, and go downstairs to say good morning before showering.

I find Judy sitting on the porch. The brief shower has not been enough to relieve the intense humidity, but I decide to join her for a cup of coffee before showering. We start to chat, and one cup turns to two or more before Steve arrives for breakfast.

At this point I decide I should shower and dress but, finding the shower occupied, return downstairs for more coffee, realising in the dim depths of my mind that this, a lazy Sunday morning, is exactly what I need. At this point, I am introduced to the appallingly attractive family tradition of Baileys in Sunday morning coffee.