The painters come tomorrow, and, possibly, the electrician to install the dining room lights. If the electrician doesn't come tomorrow he said he'd be here Thursday.

And during all of this we're trying to pack for a month in Hawai'i. Hawai'i, the nemesis of Sandy Ego. Hawai'i, which has the climate and weather for which SoCal would sell its collective souls. Hawai'i, land of poi and grill encounters. Hawai'i, where James Cook got sauced. And we're leaving Saturday and flying Sunday.