Wednesday, June 11

It is still so weird and quiet here, but the kids appear to be having a fantastic trip. The chaperones send pictures throughout the day, and Lucia and Greta occasionally text us (today it was to ask for more money). They're still in Madrid; today they were at the Prado. The photos show happy, smiling travelers. It seems like a nice group of kids. 

Andrew and I worked all day and then went up to the pool for a bit. Then we went out to a delicious dinner at Fish Nor Fowl. My favorite kind of dinner--lots of snacky things, plus mussels. It was a great meal. 

(I would have liked a cocktail. Instead, I had a mocktail. These things are not the same. But alcohol just seems like poisoning my already poisoned body, and I still can't bring myself to drink anything at all. Maybe in a few weeks/months I'll feel differently, but maybe not.) 

Nutmeg is reacting negatively to Greta's absence and won't let me pet her, even though she's been following me around. Tonight she followed me into my closet, only to then jump onto Andrew's shoe, where she immediately peed out of spite. That bun!