Here comes Peter Cottontail...

I'm about halfway organized to begin to pack. I keep thinking about how much stuff I have to take with us and I begin to contemplate hiring a forklift. I don't remember taking this much with me when Rach and I flew when she was about the same age...

We're leaving Thurs morning and we'll be back on Tuesday night. I get to spend several hours with my father... and his first ex wife... Pishe help me.

Roit, I'm only up at this lunacy of an hr to have fed Presleigh, and now I'm headed back to bed before its time again to get up.