If Drea is here, it’s a weekend. This past while, with Frank retired, and Jen and Will and Forest and Asa here, and the two dogs, with no one going to work! it has seemed that every day was a weekend. Drea’s presence makes us realize that it’s either a Sat. or a Sun.! Now Will is going for a job orientation tomorrow, and suddenly we have a Monday…the “holidays” will end. (It’s always a pleasure to have Drea here, and clearly her nephews feel the same.)