Truly, a 1st world problem.

[gryphonrhi]

Here we are, off on vacation, hiking until our feet hurt (today it's more the calves, from that climb up to Clingman's Dome), eating good pancakes (see Respite for an explanation of where we're eating pancakes), sitting over a brook listening to babble... and I run out of books. There's a lovely used bookstore in Knoxville, but that's an hour from here. The thing I went to that called itself a bookstore was more of a jumble sale masquerading as a repository for remaindered books. All Some is forgiven, however, since I got my hands on a copy of Friday the Rabbi Slept Late, which I haven't read in easily twenty years. That and a laptop to write fic on will get me through tonight and tomorrow's drive home. At least, the portions of it where I'm not driving.

PS,
ilyena_sylph, I'm working on your fic (which is getting long, and hilarious), and
raine_wynd, I have the first paragraph of the crossover I told you I was going to write.  (And why do I get fic told in monologues?  Why?)