Last week was what nightmares are made of. We had swimming lessons all week, and I am still waking up in the night attempting to catch a child as they jump in the pool. I am surprised I haven't awakened George, or gave him a black eye, as I jump in my sleep reaching out into the unknown.

I had planned to get photos of the Pony Express coming through Oak. I rushed around and made it to town 25 hours early. I felt like a moron sitting in my car by the park looking like a drowned rat, wearing my swimming suit from swimming lessons because I was afraid I would be late. After awhile I sent...