Tom left for Oregon last evening, getting an 'early' start. I assume he made it at least past Vegas - but this morning's e-mail simply said, "I'm still driving" with no mention of where in Nevada he was.

Fireworks in the neighborhood were constant all last evening, making it sound like we were in the midst of an endless battle.  Brownie 'noticed' the noise, but happily didn't seem perturbed by it.

This morning I did my therapy walking in the pool (and scooped out the latest batch of leaves) and then sewed the remaining windmills.  I'm hoping to get the blocks sewn together into an actual top this afternoon.