Last night we looked at the moon through a vintage telescope in our living room, one reprieve from a long day spent sick in bed. (Though, by the time D finished work, Vicky Christina Barcelona was rented, and we were splayed out in pajamas, I can't in good faith say that I minded so much.)

Now, birds are watched and identified in Audubon Guides. Plans have been made to go to an auction in the country this weekend; I'm excited.