The last three weeks have been very hectic, active, and cold (okay, like nearly freezing); starting out in Seattle where my family lives, going up to Alaska for a while and back to Florida last night. Talking about extremes, Alaska looked like this:
|on Mendenhall Glacier, Juneau, flown in by helicopter|
and right now my Florida back yard looks like this:
and, where Alaska was freezing, it's actually steamy humid outside right now.
It was a great vacation (which included, among other things, dry suit snorkeling off the Alaskan coast -- extremely cool), and now that I'm home, I feel like I need a vacation from my vacation. But I did manage to read a fair number of books while away, including
- Gillespie and I by Jane Harris
- A Summer of Drowning, by John Burnside
- Bring up the Bodies, by Hilary Mantel
- The Headmaster's Wager, by Vincent Lam
- A Florentine Death, by Michele Guttari
- Hour of the Wolf, by Hakan Nesser
- Liar Moon, by Ben Pastor
So that's it -- it's just so good to be home!