Unfortunately, my getaway to the Woodstock Writers' Festival took a sad turn on Saturday when I became violently ill. When I wasn't better six hours later, I succumbed to calling home. I'll write more about that later, but suffice it to say I am home now, rescued by my family who drove the 3.5 hour trip to pick me up and escort me and my car home. I'm still not feeling well, but am much better. As we pulled away from my hotel I saw this loyal pup waiting in the car for its owner. Even though I felt both ill and horrible for missing the majority of the weekend festivities, I had to smile. This little white dog was a good omen I felt, a gentle nod in what had been a trying day.