At 1:00 p.m. this afternoon, which was the last I heard from him, Jason was at Fort Nelson -about 100 miles less than half way. It was a three minute call, a hang up, and then a ten second call, because our cell phone battery is shot to crap. I hardly learned anything.
In redeeming news from yesterday, I remembered later that he said the drive was beautiful and that [sniffle] I would've loved it.
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As for us here on the homefront, Zoralee figured out today how to close the bedroom door, thereby locking herself in and having the run of the place. Once I gave her a couple minutes of freedom, and when I went in to see about her, she was standing there looking at me with a chicken feather sticking out of her mouth. Where on earth she found it, who can say?
This is her in a quirky hooded sweatshirt that I got at the thrift store before she was born. By a coincidence, I made my first origami crane today. I think the two of them go together, even if she doesn't.