The Taylors in Europe

Well, I had wanted to get to Baltimore today, but it just didn't work out. I lost a couple of crucial packing days last week while I was in my funk over Fred's conference (still nothing, by the way). Last night I was struggling to get everything finished when I came up against a little interpersonal stupidity that derailed me for a couple more hours. By midnight I had decided that there was just no way I was getting out of bed at 3 a.m. and going to the airport. There are no flights tomorrow, but there are 2 on Thursday, and I don't anticipate any problems getting on one of those.

My friend Gretchyn sent me this, which I found amusing: