Under normal circumstances I would agree that the journey taken is better than the destination reached. This, however, I do not believe could be termed a normal set of circumstances. Our flights home: a truly nasty bit of thunderstorm downdraft coupled with delayed flights and sleep deprivation. In my mind, those can't compare to a relatively normal vacation.

Written on Saturday morning in Victoria:

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Me, in shorts, sitting crosslegged in front of a locked hotel lobby in British Columbia. Such is the joy of getting up early to write and then discovering the joys of a) your spouse having the only room key, which you discovered (too late) that you needed to have to get back inside the hotel and b) that your travelling companions are still asleep and have the only key that will unlock the rental car.

These are the random images that just don't fit anywhere else…

Just this morning, I finally found out where Jess has been stashing the pictures she's been taking with her digital camera. I've been promising to provide some pictures from recent events for quite some time, but it was rather difficult to provide pictures I didn't yet have.

However, this little problem's been solved. This is the first of what will probably be a few picture-related posts on cat.net…

We're on vacation. I—and the entries I post to domesticat—will return very very late Monday night. Cheerio!

- Amy

We have Caller ID, and it has been one of the best services we've ever purchased, despite my sometimes missing the element of surprise when I pick up the phone. Once, there was a time when the phone would ring, and I would answer tentatively, expecting telemarketers or wrong numbers, only to be thoroughly gratified to hear an old friend's voice on the phone.