The snow day was very pleasant and relaxing,and I got a good bit of knitting done The back of the Damask Jasmine is done, but for the ribbing, and I did a few rows on Erin.

#2 daughter picked up her invitations and finished her work obligations. We did laundry, packed up the car, and negotiated about the weekend’s food choices. We printed out directions to all our destinations. We went to bed early so as to be rested for this morning’s early start.

At 1:25 a.m., the phone rang. Middle-of-the-night phone calls are a bit stressful. You have to disentangle the ringing from your dreams, and then plunge half-awake through the darkened house in search of the phone, mentally reviewing all the family members not on the premises.

People with cell phones don’t do this, of course, but people like me do. I had gotten as far as #1 daughter and her husband — due home tomorrow from his submarine — by the time I reached the telephone.

The call was in a foreign language. At one point the speaker said something about “Steve Brown” but otherwise it was indistinguishable. Perhaps “Steve Brown” is all the English he knew. I said “Just a minute,” and put down the phone, which continued squawking, “just a minute” not being in the speaker’s English vocabulary.

I went and got my husband, who swore in a colorful manner and took the call. I tried to go back to sleep, but was summoned within minutes to help make a transatlantic phone call.

It is good when middle-of-the-night calls are transatlantic calls. Emergencies are the first thing you think of, and the last thing you want to hear. Drunken “I love you” calls are no longer a feature of my life. But calls from overseas are just because no one can remember what time it is in other countries. I have this problem myself.

We got back to bed by about 2:00 a.m., but my husband spent the rest of the night kicking off the blankets and then swearing because the blankets had been kicked off. When the alarm went off at 6:00, I was somewhat cross and very tired.

My husband began immediately to tell me what to do if the car overheated. This is not because it is likely that the car will overheat, but in lieu of saying “I love you guys. Have a good trip.” Last night, he wanted to rotate the tires.

The children have gotten up, I am drinking tea in hopes that caffeine will make up for the lack of rest, and we have a beautiful, sunny day ahead of us.