Not surprisingly, I woke up with a headache this morning. I was not the last one out of bed, although I was the last one still asleep at — I don't know, 8:30 or 9:00 maybe. Eric was still lying in, reading The Lord of the Rings, but I stumbled to the kitchen and sucked down a thermos full of coffee before taking a shower and getting dressed as we tooled around the lake in the houseboat.

I have to be honest. I was reeling most of the day. I found a corner and sat, quite still, since every time I moved either my stomach or my head would go totally out of phase. The only times I ate were when someone would hand me something or pass a plate in front of me.

The one time I got up was when I heard Mom was shooting Eric's rifle off the back deck. This I had to see for myself. They had a target set up on the bank, and the guys had been shooting at it. Mom's eyesight isn't good enough for her to see the target, but since she couldn't see where she hit anyway, it didn't matter.

Believe it or not, I took a couple of shots myself. And I didn't hit the target, either.

We had leftover turkey tonight, and I drank just two small glasses of champagne, so I expect to take a more active part in whatever happens tomorrow. I just hope the weather cooperates. It was partly cloudy today, if a bit chilly, but the weather service radio channel informs us that there is a "near 100%" chance of rain tomorrow. We'll see.