I thought I had arrived just late enough to evade interrogation, but they were running on Mormon standard time. Mormons are pretty nosey, in general. They look for new faces to greet, and that's nice, but I didn't feel like answering any questions. I guess I could've told them outright that I'm here, waiting for someone's untimely demise. Bill would've been proud, but I did't have energy for even that. I left sacrament meeting before the closing prayer and have enjoyed the Sunday pigging out on Jan's egg rolls.

The kids are wearing thin emotionally. They've done marvelously this stint, but even Charlotte is asking when we are coming home. I've stalled, using weather as an excuse to stay here, hoping for transplant, but I am getting trunky for home; for the kids. Heaven help us for the real deal.