He brought the first load home that morning. But needs the SUV for the bigger stuff. Like the TV, and the pillow chair.

And seven arm loads of boxes. And his poster presentation.

So, after getting necessary office work done and in the mail, and being stupid enough to answer the phone, which takes 25 minutes, the masked heeler and I are on our way to University Town.

To fetch her boy. (And enjoy dinner at Wingers.)

Well, actually, we don't fetch her boy. He's staying overnight to clean his room, check out, attend a friend's graduation, and run over the mountains to a celebration in Capitol City.

But, as I explained to the depressed heeler as we left town sans her boy...

We got his stuff. You know he's coming home if we got all his stuff.