mr. delagar and I are off to a conference, about which I admit I could be more enthused. I used to like going to conferences, I think. Apparently not anymore. I haven't even actually written my presentation yet, though I mostly know what I will be saying.
The *point* of this story is that the kid will not be going with us -- she is staying with a friend (she's delighted, since the friend has a new kitten) and mr. delagar last night presented the kid with a notebook.
"I want you to keep a journal of what you do while mama and I are in St. Louis," he said.
The kid looked dubious. "Okay," she said. "But I don't think that will sell for very much."