I had the loveliest time visiting my Grandma Lillian over a long weekend. We talked and talked and laughed and laughed. We ate our habitual sushi together, talked about the good old days, and explored her family tree on Ancestry.com. It was just lovely. Monday: Scott traversed the streets of Italy as he explored the base where he's been staying. He wanted to find where everything was in proximity to his hotel, and most especially where the housing office was. Meanwhile, back in Idaho, Sophie and I went out to lunch together. Well, not exactly . . . she came in the car with me to get some lunch through the drive-through at Costa Vida. I had to tell her more than once, "Sophie, don't be weird." Ha ha, she kept licking things like the car door or the arm rest . . . She patiently waited for me most of the day as I cleaned out the craft room downstairs, only coming downstairs once or twice to check on me and to look at me with those eyes that said, "When are you ever