Sprint to the Finish

This is it, the last lap before home. Much though I do not want to study, I must. I feel that a dash to Mooney's Bay again for a last-hurrah sledding run was justified, although Katherine did break the tray-sled. Boo!

OK, just seventeen hours until freedom. I have a day to get my Stuff In Order and then I'm shipping out on the seven-thirty plane. The Birda awaits.