The 18th birthday was a bit of a non-event for the terrible old daggy family. Peaceful, though. :) And Jack survived all his celebrating without injury, I'm happy to be able to report.
Saturday I dutifully lay on the bed and read—OK, I snoozed a bit, but only in preparation for watching the live telecast of the Tour de France. Anyway, I finished Scott Westerfeld's The Last Days, sequel to Peeps—very cool and understated vampires, and Scott almost, almost got past my ongoing doubtfulness about books that feature lots of music performances. I haven't read Peeps yet, so I kind of only had a fingernail-hold on these vampires and what caused them and what that worm was about, but that was very close to my ideal degree of ignorance-of-what's-happening, so that was good. A noice dark read.
Now I'm on to Kenneth Oppel's Airborn, which has a very Dinotopia feel, only it's got...some other kind of creature, instead of dinosaurs. Good fun with added hybrium.
Sunday was: A bike ride down to Captain Cook Bridge and back in cool but clear weather; a drive to Maroubra and 2 hours' work in the car while Harry and Max surfed; then several hours at Lynne's welcoming Jen back from Finland. Good fun.