Where else can I feed my Rome and Regency addictions at the same time?

I know! I love that you can see something like four distinct historical periods in one bit of architecture.

One thing I love is going up inside buildings to see their inner workings. Getting to go up inside the Duomo (i.e., between the inner and outer domes) was one of the high points of my life.

I love the picture links. I'm missing the UK right now.

Nora, sorry the banking stuff sucks and blows.

We're back from a tough morning at the pediatrician. Everything was fine except for (whitefonting for the TMI) Owen had a little skin adhesion on his penis and the ped had to pull the skin back pretty hard. It had to be painful and is now an angry red. He cried a lot, too. Poor baby. Other than that, the pediatrician said he looked, "perfect". He's up to 21lbs now (which is only like 73rd percentile?!) I thought he seemed huge for his age.

It's now time for a leisurely nap.

So is Cornwall. You should go to Tintagel, and do it in summer. The water under the castle is emerald green in the sunlight.

I so desperately wanted to go to Cornwall, but it won't be happening this trip. I am, of course, coming back. Who wouldn't?

Not a castle or a cathedral, but I can't get enough of Bath.

I liked it when I visited. They have a lovely shopping square, and a nice park by the river. I also liked their cinema, though it has nothing to do with the history of the city.

Note that on that Dunbar page, there is a bunch of links to stuff in the North Berwick/Tantallon/Direlton/Dunbar area. All those places are within several miles of each other. Not sure how much of a drag it is getting there by coach/not car.

I'm sure I'll be able to tell you by tomorrow. :)

I'm out of here in search of food. Ta-ta loves.

ETA: By the way, thanks for letting me visit vicariously through you. I'll stop obsessively sending you links now.

Wait till you get the pictures.

Oh my, y'all are making me want to travel so much.

Must renew passport.

::sticks tongue out::

To be fair that was actually the Old Chapel. Though most of Kenyon's architecture looked like that. Kenyon Alumnus I'm Not Proud About: William Rehnquist. Still, we did turn out Bill Watterson.

Uh, you must have my super-preppie rather conservative liberal arts college confused with Oberlin or something.

Nah, I just don't know what the hell I'm talking about. I am a goofball.

If St. Martins goes for the three-book pitch, I'm in England and Scotland this summer; it's as simple as that. Bath (to research the fifth book) and Edinburgh (to research the sixth book). If they don't, I'm probably not.

Want to go relax in Florence and Paris and maybe Nice, but not this time. I don't think we can reasonably ask Jeannie to take care of our thirteen cats for that long and anyway, the logistics of Avonex and diabetes meds and sharps and biojectors for so many countries at once in a post-9/11 word are daunting.

I am a goofball.

Given. But still a really attractive goofball.

I will not obsessively check the washer for leaks. I will not go see if it is leaking. I will not.