We made it out of town and after an eventful day it is now time to read in front of the fire. My cold is under control with some awesome medication and I've enjoyed the forested bluffs all day, but now we're tired and enjoying our wee cabin, and I am reaping the rewards of a vacation rental with wireless access. :)
My tonight's reading, since I forgot my Chester Campbell mystery, is Thomas Cook's RED LEAVES. I enjoyed his latest so much that I pounced on this book when I saw it at my parents' house at Easter, and now here we are, my book and I.
My family is here, too--but they all brought their own vacation reading, and it's blissfully quiet.
Later I'll have some phenomenal photos, the most embarrassing of which is a giant staircase that I was unable to ascend more than halfway--now I know that I'm MUCH older than I thought I was. Ah, youth. I never saw you go.
To add to my humiliation, a young fit woman kept running past me as I plowed upward, first up, then down, as she did her daily workout. She was Rocky and I was a snail--it's a good thing I have books to read, because physical fitness is not, I have learned, my strong point.