After our yard sale, we're going to a hotel in Oxnard to wallow in the fading glow of another summer. It's just two nights but not having been on vacation for longer than I can remember, I think we'll have a great time. Of course, the reality of keeping Oliver and Zooey happily occupied for any extended period of time can sometimes be an effort of exhausting proportions, but I'm naively optimistic the sand, surf, sun and lots of grapes will minimize the whining. I expect Katrina to be buried in a book the entire time and may look our way only if one of us comes bearing chardonnay. You gotta admire her consistency.