Eureka!

I finally had the inspiration for Paul Dies! (Yes, i know i'm not supposed to put off writing till inspiration comes, but this time it worked. Is working. You'll see.) Of course, i'll have to sort of start over because our main computer crashed, taking all writing documents with it... *sigh* But THIS will change it a bunch, and Dad said that once we get a new computer, (the one in the office died too,) he can probably get some, if not all, documents and things off the old one.

I'm leaving about ten tomorrow morning with Mrs. S. for the seminary area for DoRena's shower. Spend the night at Grandma's with Naomi and Saranita, church in the morning of course, then at N+N's till Thursday, when comes (drum roll, please) the flight to California and Amanda Pearl. And that's flight as in on a plane, not flight as in we're escaping to there. We're staying for a week or so, and i don't remember when Mommy comes to drag me away from Sita.

"Cleaning this room is like a archaeological dig." (--Aaron N.) Why does Mother Dearest want my room to be spotless when i'm leaving?