Sunday morning at the airport in St. Louis, surviving a three-hour delay. We have our books and drinks and food, and the cool air-conditioned air feels fine, so we're actually enjoying ourselves. It's 68 inside, 98 outside as we sit beside the big windows watching planes smoothly come in and take off.

Yesterday was a great day for our family. Some 70 of us of all ages enjoyed a festive party at Barbara and Mike's lake house. The swimming and boating was the best, the food was perfect, and the friendship, of course, was what really counted for Delycia and me. We enjoyed ourselves immensely.