I’m blogging from the cool air conditioned third floor room in our temporary witless relocation site. Surrounded by fast moving people in suits with laptops, our personal army noisily clumbered into the hotel armed with backpacks, diaper bags and desktop computers. Our morning chaos was much more complicated with the added task of driving children to multiple bus stops. Despite the strangeness of it, I am really enjoying the time out of the house. “For our summer vacation, we moved into a hotel down the road from our house.” This would be perfect if Molly didn’t have to spend her vacation in doggy jail. Actually, Molly’s accommodations are quite nice. I just miss her. A lot.