I drank up two cups of coffee and became crazed with energy. I marked, cut, overcast and pinned three pairs of pants. Then I vacuumed the entire downstairs, even getting the small vac out to do the corners. For fun, I puttered. This means I poked around, looking in the odd places I have stored things for things I forgot about. Amazing how much neat stuff I have--and how little of it I need. I also cleaned up my email. Hundreds of messages that just say "OK" or "Ditto".

And for today's electrical complication, one of the two plugs in the sewing room only seems to have one outlet that works. The entire upstairs is on one fuse so I have always suffered a dimming of lights if I use more than one thing. (One tries to iron in daylight.) I love my house but it keeps getting more and more insistent on its own personality. (One hopes it does not decide to self-destruct while one is at home.)

Where exactly do they keep Myrtle Beach? Isn't it on the left of the our Atlantic coast, toward Utah and underneath Washington DC? More like on the coast, maybe, being a beach and all.

Phil & Chris and I had a meeting tonight to plan our drive. Phil & I have a little problem with directions and time. We all made charts. Chris had to do the time & math. We now think it will 30 road hours and three overnight stays if we meander rather than rush. We are going to avoid NYC (which is said to be south of here) by going through Pennsylvania. Then we will just drive to the right and downward (more south stuff) a long time and land at the resort. They will let me drive their new smallish SUV. I just hope there are no big cities on the way. Chris is very good at directions and Phil might get a map. The whole planning process made my skull ache. You should have seen the charts...

I told them I would just ask Kathy where Myrtle Beach is at, and they seemed to think we could probably find it. Getting a map is key at this point, but Phil and I will lose it so Chris can be in charge of that. Phil and I each have a cataract starting in our left eye and he's getting glaucoma. It may be our last little meander without guide dogs! How will the dog get the tolls in the baskets?

No special reason to share my thoughts with the world. Sometimes there is a real need to sound off or revel with delight, both extremes. Sometimes just nothin' goin' on and you kinda wanna stir up some communication. And you can always walk away. Quote from Atlas Shrugged, "We never had to take any of it seriously, did we?"