Jack has a thing going on with the moon.  He looks for her every single night and each night that he finds her, he's just as delighted as if he'd never seen her before.  "Mona"is her name.  It's a cross...

So... I'm pretty sure we're going to be stuck at Grandmom's house for eternity (or at least the entirety of this year).  Of course that's not the intention, but we're certainly running into plenty of "opportunities to flex our problem...

I've never been so excited.... so giddy... to hang out at a truck stop.  To the uninitiated (read: me), I thought they were "gross".  No more thought beyond "gross", just "gross".  All that nonsense stops today.  These places are fascinating....