It is Saturday morning. Cindy and I packed for our vacation last night. Kate is still working on moving. Reanimating, so to speak. I have been up since 6:00 this morning, which is a late start for me. I got Cindy up around 7:15. She is moving. Kate was last. I had hoped we would be on our way to the Charleston by now, it being 8:45, but obviously I am sitting here typing away while Cindy and Kate get moving toward our ultimate leaving.
This is an eternal struggle. I understand that teenagers typically do not get much sleep, are cranky, don't eat well, can be uncooperative. Kate is handling all those attributes, with the exception of the fact that she is 23, almost 24. So, the final word on that is, is this is not a phase of the teen years, this is just Kate.
Sooner or later, I will be on the road and Cindy and Kate and a pile of junk will be in the car with me. Resign myself to the process. I guess it is a good thing that we are pretty much on our own time and don't need to be in Charleston at any time other than when we need to be there.
When I get to Charleston, I will write more. I am sure.
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