This trip has acquired the illustrious age of 366 days.
We have been on the road for a year.
To celebrate, we girls stayed inside all day and read, wrote, or worked on movies/singing. The boys did mostly the same thing, except they went out to the beach as well.
We had baklava and a variety of unpronounceable Greek desserts to celebrate.
Mostly, though, today was quiet.
I cleaned three pomegranates (grown right here in the yard!), devoured most of them, and shared a little with the rest of the family.
And, awesomely, I edited for two hours, wrote in French for another hour, and reached 5345 words in the new novel.
Afterward, Ioan and I watched Remington Steele, figured out 100 Floors levels, and played solitaire.
A lovely, quiet, (very quiet) day… and I have no idea what else to say without going on about my projects, which no one seems to care about.