Also, don't forget the party tonight. 143 Shore Drive, at the foot of Golf Links Road, around 9:30.
Just about all packed. My God. The stuff. The mass. My mother was an excellent help packing. I did most everything myself until a certain point, and then I decided that I could use a hand. So that went well.
I can't say too much more, because then someone might want to comment about it, and this post is just for postcards. See you later!
PS: You could be getting a postcard from the Ukraine! How often do you get those?