The big event of yesterday was driving to the airport in Atlanta to pick up my Dad. His flight was early, the traffic was slow, but not impossible, and we had a nice dinner afterward, which he paid for in exchange for us meeting the plane. He requested a wheelchair, although he didn't really need it, and it made it much easier for him to get through the airport quickly and easily. On the way out to Santa Fe, he had a carry-on bag with a broken strap and wheels that didn't roll, plus a briefcase with a heavy laptop and two library books. And he didn't ask for a wheelchair. He was pretty exhausted when he arrived. While he was there, he bought a new suitcase that did roll and had Bonney ship the two libirary books back to me. He had a good visit with them and was glad to be home, generally pretty cheerful.

We have both been very intierested in the hurricane and the responses to it. Amelia is ready in NY, with water and food and flashlights. The trains are stopping running as of noon today, so she will not be working for two days. Her greatest danger is boredom, especially if the power goes out. If she has electricity, she will spend some of the time baking.

I worked at the Land Trust and had a long conversation with Nancy, in which she apologized but said there was no funding to keep paying me after August. This only confirmed what I already knew. I assured her that I would be fine, and maybe things would be better at some time in the future.

Ray and I picked up a few groceries (and some Yoforia) and headed home for a little while before leaving for Atlanta.