It was a gray day, but we were moving too fast to notice.
I burned the CD with the final changes to the last job and delivered it to the printer, stopped by the bank on the way home, deposited a fistful of Wasson High School Reunion checks (did I tell you I caved in and am in charge of that now?), withdrew some traveling cash, packed the bag to bursting (including Swaby’s photo padded with a week’s supply of underwear), checked the house for the fifth time, and got out of the driveway only an hour late on our schedule.
Tonight we had dinner with Chelsea, Neal and the kids at a very nice Italian restaurant on Logan after the first two choices failed the criteria.The kids are growing and great.
Later, we checked into the Crown Plaza… without me emitting too many low growling noises.