Revolution

Today, for the first time in close to a decade, I'm going to a paternal-side family reunion.  I've avoided going because there's really only a tiny handful of people I care about seeing, and I can do so on my occasional weekend visits.  Mom&Dad want me to come to them, of course, and while I can muster up the will to make an excuse or come up with other plans for them, when my grandmother starts leaning on me, I'm had.  Had, had, had.

spykeetom leaves for Europe Monday morning.  I am going to miss her more than I can describe.

Seeing X3 tomorrow morning, I guess.

Oh, God, it burns.

Drove to Liberty for the reunion.  About 70 miles.  With the roof down.  After the reunion, such as it was, drove to Lancaster.  Roof still down.  Outside during the party.  Then back to Lexington.  Roof down.  Some 160 miles.  Heading south in the morning, and north in the evening.  For those playing along at home, yes, one side of my face is much more sunburned than the other.

Buggery.  I'm going to bed.