Gave sister B. a call this evening to catch her up on how Mom's surgery went, and we had a nice chat. They've had a string of mishaps this month, and to hear what all's happened, I think she's lucky to have gotten away with just a bump on her car door (from a tree while camping). Her winter plans are up in the air as there are several possible ways that she may wind up going, so we're not sure when we'll see her out this way again. Daughter B has made it to Spain where it is hot. She's been joined by another traveling companion so there are the three of them together for the rest of the trip. I've always heard that three makes for the most difficult number in a group, but I've always liked it best. I found that it lets each of us have some down-time by ourselves while the other two go off on their own way. It's worked out well, but maybe it's just the company that I keep. She'll have several more days in central Spain, then they'll move to the Mediterranean coast and finally on to Italy. Hopefully all the fires will be under control before they make it to Greece.