Packed and Ready

Okay, that's a lie. I'm not quite done packing. It's all laid out on the floor waiting for me to go pick a suitcase out in the basement. But I'm ready. Phoebe and I had a wonderful dinner tonight at French Meadow, our favorite restaurant, courtesy of Grandma's generosity. The plan is to hit the road tomorrow at oh-dark-thirty, as my father would say. I'd like to make it to Michigan by 10. Curse the time zone change! I'll post when I arrive.