The children each have pockets full of shells from Lake Erie. I have a camera full of pictures of Michael and kids and seagulls and a mind full or responsibilities still simmering while the house is still in flux. My desk didn't quite come through without damage, with the top and front wounded. I cried when I saw the damage, at least at first. However, my great-grandmother's RCA radio was saved, so the balance is more or less intatct.

I hate driving past vehicle transports; I'm always worried that the cars and trucks will come loose and hit my car. I'm facing three lanes with carriers.

Sleep has been elusive the last two nights, almost as elusive as a reliable wireless connection. Both sleep and access come in fits and starts. Both leave me restive and harried. A nap in the car has helped, but a good night should finish the cure.