Since Sammy couldn't come with, I stole his jacket in revenge. Ok, he actually gave it to me to borrow for the week. I haven't worn smelly lotion since in hopes to preserve the Sammy smell. So far, the two of us, the jacket and I, have gotten through a really long car ride. Sitting by a fireplace. Great food. Holding a baby. Indian war cries to get deer out of the road. A beautiful funeral service. Many, many naps. Lot's of hugs. And much more.