Hello, Fred.

Rachel is back in Fredericksburg, neatly ensconced in her room.

It was a rather fraught day, full of short tempers and snappiness. One of the problems? Rachel had gotten a notice that all the beds in the dorm had been replaced with new ones and they were all lofts. She was also told that she was allowed to de-loft her bed but that she would need to bring a hammer with which to do so.

So we get to the room and she hated the lofted bed. So we start trying to take it apart. Three of the legs came apart easily. The fourth leg wouldn't separate....and wouldn't separate...and wouldn't separate. Mr. Pointy Sticks and the father of Rachel's room-mate worked on it... broke the claw off a claw hammer. Bent the shaft of the rubber mallet. Eventually the room-mate's dad went and got his car jack and that finally made the bed give up the struggle.

Unfortunately, a few of the things Rachel wanted to take down with her didn't get into the van...which was packed to the gills...this child does not travel light...so it looks as though tomorrow we'll be shipping some stuff off to her.

Oh, and let me add that I got Beth's socks all washed and they are drying out. So they'll be all nice and fresh when I send them off to their new owner.

Oh, and also? I made three stabs at starting a Red Scarf on the way down and ripped all three out. I was too disheartened to try on the trip home. Sigh. Perhaps I can get started tomorrow.