In evidence of history repeating, perhaps, the woman in the stall next to mine in the restroom in the Detroit airport was violently ill. I didn't know what to do - say "Are you okay?" when she obviously was not? offer to get her paper towels? ginger ale? a mint? So distressing, but yet so glad it wasn't I this time.
Have been for 2-mile walk along uppy-downy western Virginia city trails this morning. Hills=winded. Walking backwards makes it easier, though. Beautiful foliage and backyards, except for the college student apartments, which are all like Melrose and University Commons on N Lincoln but are NASTY. It was Va Tech's homecoming last weekend so I'm sure they were extra trashy today.
I might have to wait until Saturday to see the much-anticipated river cottage. The extended family is all gathering there for a bbq. I am promised a bonfire and s'mores, so I guess I can put up with the relatives. Melina, there might be a baby (either son of my cousin Amanda, remember how annoying she used to be?, or daughter of my next-younger cousin Greg). The most fundamentalist of the aunts and uncles are scheduled to attend.
At the grocery store this morning, I heard the following page on the intercom, in southern accent: "Jimbo to aisle 2, Jimbo to aisle 2." For real.
