In forty minutes, a lady from church is picking me up and driving me to the airport, where we are picking up my sister. At that point, Chemistry Week begins. I'll tell you if anything explodes. (It's a good thing we live near the hospital, considering the last time Chris blew anything up.)
Hm. In this next forty minutes I really ought to be showering, getting dressed, eating breakfast, and cleaning the house, shouldn't I? (We haven't been home for a meal since we went to Thetis, and so the table is covered in a picnic blanket, hats, water jugs, and binoculars.)
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