At about 2:30 yesterday, I shut off the phone and the computer and sat down to read. Eight hours later and it was finished. The saga of Harry is over. (This didn't really "take" in my mind though, and all night I had dreams sprinkled with places in the book. ) It was a hugely satisfying finale that had my heart racing and my eyes tearing. The woman honed her craft well with this tale, and gosh I'm sad it's over. It's a good thing I've got the Kite Runner sitting here ready to crack open, or I might become desperate.
We got our cellphone bill. It was a horrifying bit of reality to see that each and every minute we used our phones in California cost $1.70. Serge discovered that sending a photo taken from his cellphone and sent to his friend cost $3.50. So it ended up costing almost $300 for 138 minutes (plus the usual $120 per month). I think next time we'll leave our phones home and use the hotel phone. At least at the hotel you don't get charged for receiving calls. Sheesh.
Today's my last day as a 41 year old man. 42 is the magical year. The answer to everything.