Yesterday was another busy day. After a short walk, Ray and I went to UUFA to set up for a Memorial Service for Barbara Dale, who died of cervical cancer 8 months after being diagnosed. It just didn't respond to treatment.

When we got there, five or six people were already hard at work. They had set up the tables and there wasn't much for me to do. I stayed in the kitchen and helped set out food at the last minute. The service ended up taking more than an hour. The reception included BBQ and pretty much a full sit-down meal. So, we couldn't start clearing for a while. I did several batches of dishes and almost everyone had left except the family. Ray and I left. We came home and changed our clothes and headed out again, to the Atlanta airport.

Traffic was fine and we were there at least 30 minutes early. In fact, my Dad landed a little early and we were at Bistro Niko by 4:30. It might have been early for dinner, but we had a great time: a good bottle of wine, French onion soup for me, a salmon croque-monsieur for Mudge. Ray had a salad nicoise and nothing else. I had scallops that were outstanding, with pureed potatoes and a few stalks of asparagus. My Dad had the duck. Then I ordered a Tarte aux pommes, which was flaky and delicious. I couldn't leave any of it, although I was awfully full.

We took Mudge home and then were at our house before 8. I had trouble staying awake for even one TV show.

Thinking of Amelia in NY and others waiting for Sandy.