It looks like "part 2" is going to have to wait...maybe until hell freezes over. I'm leaving on vacation tomorrow, I'm not finished packing, I'm tired and cranky, hubby is mad at me and it's so fucking hot and humid in here I want to scream. My globes are warming. My funk is steaming. Don't ask me what that means. I don't know, but it sounds right. Also, I'm feared of flying, but it's the only way to get from PA to OR in 6 hours. I considered hitching up the Conestoga wagon, but we ate the oxen last winter. See? I'm getting hysterical. It's the heat. I think my brain is melting. I'll be back here on 8/22 (providing, of course, that the planes in which I will be encased remain airborne for the appropriate times and land safely) . Maybe it will be cooler then. Or not.