Ah yes, first night alone in a new house. I slept like the dead on my first night last week. Of course, I was dead tired. There is a sliding glass door leading out on to the balcony and across the street the neighbor's house is a one story ranch style but it sits on top of a small hill to their front windows look down into my bedroom. It was like sleeping on stage until I got the curtains up.

But I am there in spirit and parallelling you in reality. I have been unpacking boxes for the last three days. Fortunately I had others to do the packing and carrying or I wouldn't be here in Guam. Still can't find my pots and pans and my flatware. I'm getting tired of plastic spoons, knives, and forks.

Hang in there, Jenny, better days are coming. Two free drinks for you in November! Hope there is someone there to drive you home.