And so did my running streak. It just meant I had two days of treadmill servitude; life could be worse. And, as it turned out, the treadmill runs went well, a smidge-speedy even:
Jerry got home last night, just in time to get Norah wound up right before bed.
A special feature of his conference was that he got to enjoy an evening at Universal Studios, which was closed except for conference-goers -- huh, doesn't sound too much like "work" to me! -- and he got to preview Harry Potter World for the first time. Admittedly, I was jealous to hear his report about how awesome it was.
At least he brought me these:
I wasn't brave enough to try a weird flavor, but Norah was. She's like, "Jelly bean? Hit me!"
So, among the gross ones she was willing to eat: dirt, soap, and salt & pepper.
I stuck with cherry.