Six o'clock and my parents are on their way north. They are driving to Massachusetts, where my 82-year-old Dad will celebrate his birthday the way he has for years, with a dip in the ocean. We put 4 new tires on the Corolla and got it tuned up and its oil changed. I hope they don't need me to go rescue them from somewhere!

Yesterday at work, in addition to the basic bookkeeping, I was looking through the files in the Director's office. Some of them are really old and might need to be archived--or chucked. And a lot of them are not in much of an order. A young man who plans to start graduate school in social work started volunteering yesterday. The washing machine stopped working; now to find a repair man for that. Where's the landlord when you need him? Oh, right--I guess I'm the landlord, as it were.