Wow! What a response! Thanks, guys.

The rack buying expedition was a success. I put off buying clothes 'cause it was such a nice day to (ahem) put in some training miles.

DH doesn't think that he's being supportive - he just sees himself as bowing to the inevitable. Maybe so, but he bows so gracefully.

He also pointed out a small error in my math. The trip is actually 400 miles, not 800 - unless I take scenic detours through NJ and Chicago. I was (not) thinking 8 hrs drive time = 800 miles. Oops. Oh well, that whittles the trip down nicely.

When the time comes, I'll post on the Crazyguy web site for all to see. Elder Daughter has agreed to be my editor/spell checker. (SadieKate, she went to Carleton and covered herself in honors and glory. I work at not exercising all my maternal bragging rights.)

Corsair, I have advised siblings and offspring and total strangers that one is much more apt to regret the things one doesn't do rather than the things one does. (There are exceptions, however.) I really don't want to turn into one of those bitter old women who complain constantly, and who's only conversation is their health, the health of people I've never met, and turd-by-turd accounts of their dog's constipation. I've met 'em. Not pretty.

Nope, I want to bore my descendents with yet another account of coming down Suicide Hill and suddenly realizing my brakes were bad - or something like that.