You know that feeling you get when you've been on a ship for a long time and you step onto solid land and have that disorienting sense that it should be moving? Well, whatever the equivalent of that is when you've been driving for way too long is what I have tonight. Here was the itinerary for today:
1. Drive to Caitlin's camp, way far away in farm and cow country in southern New Jersey to pick her up (1 hour, 15 minutes).
2. Drive home (1 hour, 15 minutes).
3. Drive to doctor's appointment (1 hour - it's only about 17 miles away, but there's no good way to get there from here, without a wrinkle in time).
4. Drive to work to pick up my laptop which has been sick ever since it was upgraded to XP (1 hour). It's still not entirely healthy, but at least it has new symptoms.
5. Drive home (15 minutes).
6. Drive back to camp to drop off Caitlin (1 hour, 15 minutes).
7. Drive home (1 hour, 15 minutes).

Somewhere in there my husband drove to Rebecca's camp (surprisingly, about 1 hour, 15 minutes away) and picked her up. Both daughters are happy with camp (Caitlin has two weeks yet to go), and Rebecca, despite her dire warning when dropped off at camp earlier this week that this is last time she'll ever go to a girls-only camp, wants to go back next year for a two week camp. In rock climbing. I think a co-ed camp where they stay on the ground might be preferable. All right, maybe not.

Books: Have started reading To The Nines to supplement Moneyball, which has started to drag. My prediction is I skim the rest, having gotten the point already.

Music: I was regaled by the melodic tunes of Bitch and Animal while taking Caitlin back to camp. Don't even ask.

Movies: Laurel Canyon. Wonderful performances wound around a simple story of complex characters. Lush cinematography - the director wanted it to be "alluring", which it is, and more.

Cats: Xena tried to escape tonight out the back door, but Rebecca foiled her plot.

Dreams: They were there, all cloudy and shrouded by the time I awoke.