But only for the weekend past... Did I say I'd post photos? Oh, I intended to.
Our lovely friend Katherine was even in town, and we went out on it for some perfectly-seared tuna steaks, divine risotto and wine (it is officially the month of my birth, after all). Alas, I have run out of the batteries that actually make the camera work. I then vowed, as we fled the exploding city, that I'd battery up and take photos of the place where I grew up.
No such luck there either. Keeping Emma dog from wedging herself under the bed and managing nephews took precedence. (WALL-E = very good.) Although I believe my mother may have taken a snap of me and nephews with the first official birthday dessert--a little something called Brownie "OMFG" Pie. The rest of the weekend was spent reading the first two books in Ilona Andrews' equally delicious Kate Daniels series. (I'm hooked.)
I make no apologies for my lies about participating in daily photo challenges and such. I'm still finishing up this f-ing draft, after all*. I'll drop in, but until I get to Vermont (hoping for Tuesday late afternoon), I make no promises. Hope the U.S. birthday treated y'all in style, and can't wait to see those of you residency or Readercon-bound.
*Tricksy longer-than-supposed book = grrrr.