Well, it looks like we will head up to Bellingham for a week, starting tomorrow. Hopefully it won't snow while we are driving, but I wouldn't mind any once we arrive. I suppose that is all I have to say, profound, eh?

An Interesting Quote from The Silver Chair

"Now the Witch said nothing at all, but moved gently across the room, always keeping her face and eyes very steadily towards the Prince. When she had come to a little ark set in the wall not far from the fireplace, she opened it, and took out first a handful of green powder. This she threw on the fire. It did not blaze much, but a very sweet and drowsy smell came from it. And all through the conversation which followed, that smell grew stronger, and filled the room, and made it harder to think. Secondly, she took out a musical instrument rather like a mandolin, and began to play it...the less you noticed it, the more it got into your brain and your blood. This also made it hard to think."