We are headed to South Carolina.
It sounds trite, or snotty, but I am still surprised that we need no passport to get there. It is much farther away, conceptually and psychologically speaking, than Canada. Geographically speaking too, come to think of it.
We will be doing the family thing, with relatives who haven't seen me for more than a decade, met Al once, and have never seen the girls. The girls want to know what, exactly, we will be doing when the birthday party is Saturday and we will be there four more days. Since I haven't a clue, I mumble. And buy more books. Aerin has 9 in her bag. Alice has 4 brand new ones, with orders not to crack a one of them until we reach the airport.
We will be back Tuesday. I'll report Wed.
I'm going in.