Phew. Two weeks away without Jim (and with Elizabeth) can be exhausting, no matter how fun it may be. Denver was relaxing, but Orlando was anything but. We went to Disney's Magic Kingdom just hours after arriving, and then spent the next day at Cocoa Beach, lounging. Um, I mean, running up and down the surf. (Elizabeth doesn't "lounge.") Then we went to SeaWorld on Thursday and Disney's Animal Kingdom on Friday. My dad was there the last few days and treated us royally--we actually ate at the real restaurants in the parks, avoiding the greasy fast food lines. (The Shark's restaurant at SeaWorld was not only exciting--imagine dining next to a HUGE tank of sharks--but delicious.)
We all took a long nap as soon as we got home.
And...I just (as in, a minute or two ago) finished reading Emily of New Moon. What I want to know is: how in the world was I unaware of it's existence when I was a child? Never before have I felt so slighted in the book world! It would have done wonders for me, I just know. All I can do is be thankful that I read it now, before I got too old and when I'm just starting my writing "career." Frankly, I gobbled that book up. It was tastier and more nourishing than a bowl of chicken noodle soup at high fever. Thank you, Laini, for suggesting it!