We’re packed.  I don’t like that part of it at all, and it’s taken a lot out of me to do it.

Yesterday we didn’t get to swim because it was raining and very windy, and that was disappointing.  I used heat on my shoulder and that relieved it a little.  (I can’t stand icing it.)

I read and rested and watched junk TV and rested and– well, you get the idea.  I had leftover chicken for lunch, and that was good.  I felt reasonably energetic, and (when Dad and my sweetie started discussing politics) I asked Mom if she felt like playing, and we did, actually play together again.  It’s a really good feeling for both of us.

Mom had made fish for dinner, but after the chicken I didn’t want that much food.  As it happened, Dad’s stomach was a little upset, and he asked for poached eggs, so I asked Mom to put on on for me, too, and she did.  It was perfect.

After supper I checked in online and (successfully!) printed our boarding passes.  My back was pretty uncomfortable, so we retired a little early (because it’s less uncomfortable when I can sprawl out on the bed), and I slept pretty well.

It’s chilly here this morning, and it won’t be all that warm when we get to NY. I have a “silk” turtleneck shirt that I figure on putting on in the airport here, to add a layer to what’s available when we get off in NY and have to get a cab. JetBlue says they have a wheelchair for me.

So that’s it.  It’s been a glorious trip, and I’m really glad I was able to make it. Happy Thanksgiving.