Well, tomorrow we leave for Vermont. Hank is determined to get onto that airplane no matter how many pieces her spine is in. It seems to be in fewer pieces today than yesterday, so I guess that's good.
Daisy is really looking forward to the trip. She gets to spend time with relatives who spoil her, there's a friendly dog involved, and we'll celebrate her birthday for the third damn time. It's good being 7.
We'll be staying with Hank's mom in her lovely house on Lake Champlain. Although it's a charming place, it's not particularly well-connected to the Internet or even modern cell-phone networks. I'm bringing large quantities of tin cans and string in an effort to continue blogging from this cyberdesertish location. If that doesn't work, I'll try to bribe Mabel, the town phone operator, with maple sugar candy, or Ben & Jerry's or something.
On a mostly unrelated note, what's the thing that has brought Hank the most comfort the last few days? Her stressed husband? Looming travel? No! It's the chillow! Just the thing for an aching back.