Amelia and Captain are safely arrived in Westport, in spite of heavy rain to drive through. They had a nice lunch with Amelia's friend Darcy in New Haven.

I spent the day at home. I was planning to make cookies, but found I had no sugar. I did make the frosting for Amelia's mini-cupcakes she made for Tricia's memorial service today. I need to frost them this morning and get them to Gloria's at some point.

My friend Andrea came for a visit. She is also unemployed and trying to figure out what to do with her time. I gave her an OLLI schedule.

I ate leftovers for lunch and spent some time reading and working on my story.

Ray and Karen Porter at the climate change symposium

Ray came home and we chatted a bit before heading back to campus for a talk on Global Warming. It was interesting and well attended. We didn't get home until 8:30, though, and I was very hungry. I had taken a chicken casserole out of the freezer, but it wasn't thawed. After a while in the microwave, it was edible, but not great. I was pretty cranky and should have made a better plan.

I finished the Maya Angelou book--very interesting and went to sleep before 11. Unfortunately, I woke up again about 2:30 and couldn't go back to sleep. I went to the red room and read while the kitty slept near me. It was a book by Christopher Buckly about his parents' death when he was 55. Of course, there were many differences, but I found it amusing, touching, and helpful. Perhaps I have read other books that dealt with a parent's death, but it didn't stay with me.