We're getting ready for a Trip Out Of Town.

We've rented a large pickup truck. We will hit the road very early tomorrow, traveling up through Florida, across Georgia and Alabama, and into Mississippi. (Mister Sippi, as F said when she was little and we were on our way to visit my folks. "Who is Mister Sippi?")

We'll visit my family, and R's family, while F finishes her finals and so forth, and then go to her college town on Friday. The plan is to see the new Star Trek movie, get all her stuff packed up, and spend the night in a hotel there. Saturday is her leavetaking of school - the magnolia chain in the morning (I remember that very well) and then graduation. "Friends" will be sung. I will cry, yes, really. F hates that song and I probably did too at her age.

We'll spend the night again, and Sunday morning begin the trek back home.

I have Monday off from work, of course. I've told people I have a migraine penciled in for that day, and I'm only partly kidding.

The plan is that we are bringing F's roommate back with us, too. The girls will look for work and when they find it, get an apartment together. Things can always change last-minute, but the guest room is ready for L this time.

My coworker and her daughter will be coming over every day to check on the cats, top off their food and water, deal with the litter, and talk to them a bit so they won't be forlorn.

And so it goes.