Death before decaf.

Spring break plans are solid.  We are flying out this morning at 8:10 from Rhinelander airport and make our way through Minneapolis/St. Paul, Seattle, and ending in Boise, ID.  From there, my mom picks us up and we drive to Sun Valley, ID.

My Dad fell outside last night on the icy driveway and is pretty sure that he broke his ankle.  He is a pretty tough guy; for him to admit that it is probably broken is almost unprecedented.  He fell and crawled in the door, where I met him with an icepack.  Although, in retrospect, I do suppose it was Friday the 13th (although I don’t believe in superstitions).

I didn’t sleep very well from a combination of the following:  excitement, a medly of the landlord’s bear hounds howling into the night, Sally the dog coming to visit me and leaving the room howling and anxious to join the others outside, or my Dad’s groaning every time he rolled over.

I am awake and need to get ready.  I will post pictures as they come to Flickr.  Take care, and enjoy.