...read the books your father read.

I've just started reading a book that I found on my aunt's bookshelf called Last Breath. Each chapter is about a different cause of death; so far I've read the first three, which cover hypothermia, drowning, and mountain sickness. It's sounds depressing, but it's actually made me appreciate being alive (which is the sort of book I need right now).

My aunt, uncle, and family will be back sometime tomorrow (Tuesday). First my aunt called me and told me to expect them Tuesday afternoon. Then my cousin called and told me to expect them around two a.m. Tuesday morning. Then my uncle called and told me to expect them much later Tuesday morning. I'll be glad to see them again, but I'm really dreading leaving their house; I had been looking forward to house-sitting for them for most of the summer, and Sara and I have enjoyed ourselves here. I gave the place a pretty thorough cleaning today as a sort of welcome back present for them.