She got home from Florida on Monday, has been working on a new project from home, but will be here tomorrow night so I can take her to the airport at zero dark thirty on Friday. She's on her way to Washington, D. C. until Thursday next week, then to Seattle and back in a twenty hour turn around.
I'll try to slow her down enough to see what's going on.
Maybe when she gets married she'll move down off that stinking mountain and crop her schedule a bit. Scares me to death, what with driving up and down that narrow road in rain, snow, and fog at all hours, usually raggedy-ass exhausted and all. She's had a dozen near-misses in the five years since she bought that place.
They're talking about renting it out for skiers in the winter and boaters in the summer. Maybe it would be a money-maker.