This morning Mom and Dad left for their own cabin about an hour south of us near Lake Mille Lacs (or as Mom says, Milly Lace (it's pronounced Mill Laks). We're gonna meet them later in the week halfway for dinner, and I'm eager to hear their stories. I hope dad has more luck fishing on the new lake than he did on this one (caught three small ones, but threw them back)Um, the rest of the day was spent reading, swimming and napping. Are you seeing a pattern? I guess I also did some dishes and some yoga, but it was minimal. The heat broke and it's 78 and lovely. If only you guys could smell these pine trees. It's like I feel a different knot in my neck unwind with each deep breath.