Home again, home again, jiggety jig

I’m back from the long weekend! I spent three days of letting my children be spoiled by their grandparents (I don’t want to think about how many pounds of M&Ms were sneaked behind my back), relaxing, and we also went to the National Zoo. In my opinion, it’s the perfect place to take children under five. It’s free (except parking), animals of all sorts are there, and you never know what you might see. These are my pictures.

The last time we went, my daughter was an infant. I’ll never forget when we went into the ape house, we saw a mother gorilla. Her baby couldn’t have been much older than mine. She came down from her perch, right up to the glass, and stared at my baby. A definite moment of connection. I was fascinated.

This time, the main entertainment was watching the children enjoy the animals. A black bear decided to pace back and forth, while a sea lion stuck his nose in the air and refused to interact. The lions and tigers slept.

I’ll admit, now that all the television season finales have played, I don’t know what I’ll do with myself at night. I do know that I’ll be writing like a maniac pretty shortly, trying to wrap up this next book. I’m past the midpoint, and it’s the moment where I have to stop and figure out what loose ends need to be threaded in. I’m already discovering scenes that need to be in there that I forgot about. Oh, and my heroine’s goal is a little murky. Must firm that up.

So what did everyone else do on their long weekend?