We fly out to San Francisco early tomorrow morning. Tom will be running the San Francisco Marathon on Sunday. I won't be, but I'll be cheering him (and fifty million other runners) on. Maybe I'll get pictures of the sock's travels. But given my record so far, that's pretty slim. After we get back from San Francisco, we head down to the Outer Banks for a week at the beach with Tom's family. The group is going to be smaller this year. Both my brother- and sister-in-law have to work. And I'm not sure how many kids (young adults, now...yikes!) will be there. They seem to have all gone their own ways.
So the cat/house sitter is scheduled, the laundry is in process, and packing is about to begin. I might do a quick post on Tuesday before we head out again, but I'll