Her high school Science Olympiad team qualified for the Northern California State Championships. She just called--they made it safe and sound. Our friend Chris, her daughter Camille and friend Olivia all trooped down in Chris' van to Visalia, 212 miles south of Sacramento...and 215 miles north of Disneyland. In someone's infinite wisdom, they determined that this location is in "northern California." Technically, the Armpit of California is Fresno (according to a friend who grew up there), just a few miles to the north. Close enough.
Zoë sounded pretty tired. She and Camille crammed in a high school swim meet before heading south. They'll come back tomorrow night late, possibly jangling with medals but almost certainly bursting with fun stories and memories.
Peg's holding steady. The patch is uncharted territory, so we don't know how it's going to affect her steadiness or balance. I'm leaving my earplug out tonight (yes, singular--almost deaf in one ear) so she can roust me to help her skip to the 'loo in the wee hours.
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