No tum or digestive tract disorders from this neck of the woods.

We (Sinsull, Ranger1, Micca, Khatt, Curmudgeon and I in Sinsull's van) arrived in Nottingham, NH after picking up cat Mortimer from Club Vet where he boarded for the weekend. I think it was about 4-ish when all the bags in the van were sorted out and 'Mudge's and my gear were safely stowed in the house.

Since it was still daylight and early, Sinsull drove off to the wilds of South Portland, Maine with Micca and Khatt in tow (Tami, too, of course).

Tom is off at the store hunting and gathering din-din. I've mixed a batch of margaritas for my long anticipated tub soak (and hair wash!!!). Gotta be up at 5 a.m. mañana to go to work. Hope the magazine got to the printer Monday without a snag.

Looking forward to the prospect of walking on flat surfaces. I'll know by the end of the week whether the constant ups of Camp Escher were beneficial to my poor knees or have totally done them in. (Right now I'm leaning towards the latter.)

Lots of highlights to the weekend -- probably the highest of the highlights was meeting so many wonderful people face to face and actually singing with them all. Wow! It was my first Getaway -- and Tom's first since 1969 (yeah -- that was a while ago). Great seeing FSGW people I know and meeting new ones. And a joy to add more 'Catters to my Mudcat Life List. And even better than singing with people was the conversations!

My brain is fried, my body tired, my knees aching and cats are clamoring for attention.

I hope I remember all the promises I made to send lyrics/information/etc. and that I remember to whom I'm supposed to send stuff . . .

Gotta go; more (probably) later (but not tonight.)

Linn