Here’s my thinking: I know I should write something, but I’m so tired. We just watched Julie and Julia, which I watched last week with Mom and Dad and liked very much, and three of the four people in the room who hadn’t seen it already slept through the second half. Not a good response. But I love watching movies here. The basement is set up like a theater, with a big screen and great recliners (SIX recliners!) (and I keep trying to spell it “reclinders”), and with the lights out, it’s really cool.
Exhaustion is setting in, though, and I’m ready to go home. We’ve had lots of fun and lots of late nights in a row, and I just can’t keep that up for this many days in a row. And I miss the dogs. And my bed. And the dogs. Sometime tomorrow we’ll hit the road. I hope the traffic won’t be too bad.