The Pergo is all down and it looks pretty darned good. I saw Jerry, Cori, and Molly's new home Wednesday; it's very charming and they're a wonderful family. I'm almost recuperated from flooring, which Anita misheard as "fluorine" and expressed her relief that I was recuperating from such a virulent poison.
Dad and I are having another boys' night together. It's very nice to have this time with him.
Bob's final boat deal seems final. Finally. I hope. Guess I'll be heading back down South toward the end of July for the cross-Gulf sail which this trip was supposed to be.
I'll be back to Seattle Saturday night so we can leave for Canada Sunday. The party goes on. Its form may metamorphose but its continuity cannot be denied. In a stochastic universe, you can still count on "big P" the Party constant. That's what comes from being in New Orleans.