The four of us are here on Tybee, in a soul-less, 3rd floor walkup condo. However, it is lovely in most ways. The sun is shining, the breeze is blowing in the back and out the front; it may be hot enough later that we will close up and run the AC. My Dad has already been swimming this morning and Ray and I were at the beach briefly last night.

Yesterday morning was a little intense, trying to take care of everything before we left. The computer froze and I got really upset at it, but eventually we got away. Took Cameron to the kennel for a few days, shots and a bath. Took Ray to his office. Went to the Land Trust, didn't do much. When Andy called me at noon to ask if I could go to lunch, I said "yes" and hurried off. The plants I had brought the day before looked great in a bed out back. It was great to see Andy and I was hungry, so I ordered a slice of quiche. It was wonderful, really light and tasty, although it took a while to get there. I was almost half an hour late picking Ray up and then we got my parents and their things. We drove to Milledgeville and ate in the Greek restaurant there where we ate before. It wasn't quite as good, but it was kind of a fun idea to have a favorite restaurant in lots of different cities. I bet someone has done a culinary tour of the U.S., but it would be really fun. Go to the best restaurants all over the country, driving from one place to the next. Hmm, I need to do some research.

I drove the rest of the way, with one stop for a little break, at McDonald's, in Metter, I think. Bathrooms and a McFlurry for Vanessa and some nice ice water for me. The traffic in Savannah was backed up and slowed us down about half an hour, but we were there by 7:30. Picked up our packet and keys at the rental office. Nothing to stop me from picking a different place to stay; it's kind of amazing, they were maybe 12 different packets in there; anyone could help themselves. Of course, someone might follow up and visit the unit...

It is a small condo, with everything we need, even two bathrooms. The beds are made; there are towels. But only one book and no games, no beach chairs or toys. We can see the ocean from our porch and walk to the beach easily. Ray and I went down in the dark; I just waded, but he went swimming, after we put the lasagna and the pie in the oven.

My mother had made an apple pie, at my foolish suggestion. The Captain peeled the apples and they put it together in the morning. Which meant we transported the uncooked pie for 6 hours or so, taking turns holding it. The Captain had it under his feet on the floor while I drove (and Ray worked on his computer) and every time we stopped or went around a corner, it moved and got a little more beat up. It was delicious, but I don't think I would do that again. Surely we could have found a box of some sort.

Ray and I took the master bedroom with the double bed and let my parents sleep in twin beds. I feel a little bad about it, but we have given them the best room many times.

Slept pretty well and woke with the sun to head down to the beach.