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You'd think, wouldn't you, with three days left before I leave on vacation, I'd be a little more focused and organized than usual. Or maybe you know me better than that. Maybe you don't think so at all. In that case, you'd be right. Packing? Haven't started. Lists? Haven't made any yet. Work? Didn't do a lick of it today.
What's on my mind with three days left? When am I going to get a chance to see Aiden (and Aiden's parents and brothers) again? That's what's on my mind. I think I'm going to spend some time with them Tuesday night, which is good because it now appears I'll be leaving Wednesday night.
It turns out Eric is coming back from the lake for a couple of softball games, Tuesday and Wednesday. He'll leave for the lake after his Wednesday game and spend the night in the marina (on the old houseboat, as a matter of fact). Then he'll take the ski boat Thursday morning and find where the new houseboat is tied up, somewhere out on the vastness of Shasta Lake.
My plan, which is really Suzanne's plan, is to follow him up to Shasta Wednesday night. This works much better for me, because (as you know) I'm a night person. In fact, I'm not so much a night person as whatever the opposite of a morning person is. I guess that's a night person. I'll be in much better shape to drive at night than I would in the morning.
In fact, I probably would have overslept and got to the lake in the hot middle part of the day, forcing someone to get out of the water and into the ski boat so they could come and pick me up at the dock. Not that they would have complained, but this works out better, and I'll have most of an extra day on the lake.
Plus, when we get there, I'll have a place to spend the night and a free ride to the houseboat the next morning. What could be better than that? The only problem is, I'm not sure I can keep up with Eric. He drives a lot faster than I do. I can't ride with him because I'd have to find a way home next week, and I don't think anyone is making the trip south at the right time for me. | 
