Today we got up at the usual time, had breakfast, and were back in the apartment when Carla called. She told us she had dropped Brittany off in the station in Fullerton where she had left her car when she came down by train yesterday. Then Carla was at the L.A. airport, waiting for her plane to Eugene. Just now we called her, and she got home OK. As her dad said, she was busy, and just forgot to call us. So that was all right. We didn't do anything spectacular the rest of the day - just went to the meals, and took a walk all around the compound. I have spent a lot of time thinking about whether or not we should move back into the Oceanside house. There are a lot of reasons either way in deciding that. There is no point in our hurrying to get it sold, just fix it up, either to sell or move into. I wonder what is the right thing to do. Chris leans toward moving back, and I just don't know. We have moved so much, that I have gotten used to the idea of forgetting the house we were living in, when we moved to a new location. That's what I did about this house. Now, my feelings are all mixed up. If we go back, will that be the best idea, or is that all wrong? It will take me a while to get that settled in my mind about it. I hope it doesn't keep me awake tonight.