Wetly Wednesday

Our son and one of his climbing friends set off for Yosemite - known as "The Valley" to climbers - at about 3:30 this morning. For some reason, I sat bolt upright at a little after 3:00, so was able to say bon voyage one more time. They were driving straight through, and he said it was about a 15 hour drive, not too bad; ah, youth. I trundled back into bed, and except for one stupid ass cat incident around 5:00, managed to patch together four or five more hours of sleep.
Got my mom out for a four block trek; her knee is still screwed up, but the cat bite on her other leg is healing nicely.
Got a little workout at the climbing gym; it was pouring, thundering, flashing lightning for a good part of the afternoon, but pleasant and dry inside.
Well, per usual, "Lost" was murky and inconclusive; guess that's one of the things that I like about it. That, and, um, Sayid...
Crashing at 10:00.