Meet Me In St. Louis, Louis . . .

Well, I have been ensconced in a hotel here in the Clayton section of St. Louis since Monday. It isn't freezing yet, so my Southern California Weather Wimp self hasn't had to break out the long underwear. People are pretty nice and Beef . . . It's what's for dinner.

My sister is doing remarkably well, despite the drama of bureaucratic imbeciles at insurance companies, etc. She has a remarkable sense of humor that is as shockingly witty as ever. She is still up and about until surgery on Tuesday, so she chose to drive us around for a quick tour of the area - accidently cut someone off, gave them the L.A. wave and said in a cheery voice, "Sorry! I have Cancer!" She has had opportunity to use that on numerous occasions since.

My parents have purchased a condo in the neighborhood near her home - real estate prices are quite different here than in California - so there will be a home base for family and friends who come here over the next several months. They are holding up - though emotions have been running high with a lot of energy being used to keep those emotions from showing when we're around Sis. At times I feel like I'm 13 again - and wonder just how it is that I'm going to be able to live under the same roof with them for any length of time - ah well, time to suck it up.

Manpants is holding the fort in L.A., but will be out here periodically. We talk several times a day, so that makes things less dreadful.

Well, I've been summoned. Dad's got that look like he woke up with the intention of fighting with someone today - anyone want to take bets on who that will be with?