Letting go
Dropped Anka off with a couple way, way, waaaay out in the boonies (a little past Putnam Hall, for the record). Glad we took the truck instead of the '87 Accord. Four miles of rolling, red dirt road would have gutted the Honda.
Ch-chunk!
"What was that?"
"Um, the trunk..."

Finishing to pack. I bought a black Samsonite Oyster. The thing is huge. I could have packed Anka with room to spare. That would be a moment for the inspector opening the case: Sproing! "What the?! Somebody packed a yellow Lab!?"

Mother is vacuuming. Why? I have no idea. Methinks she's seeking busy-work until tomorrow.

Now, in the case that this turns into a relatives gabfest, what DVDs and books do I pack? Hmm...