Yesterday was my Father's Day. Salad Eater is taking Mango Eater back east to spend the real Father's Day with her dad. They haven't seen the boy in quite a few months and by all reports are very excited about the visit.

For my Father's Day, the first thing I asked for (and got) was a couple hours alone in the morning to do some pages. I almost finished a short story called "The Bone Orchid," (finished it just now, actually--first draft, though. It needs a lot of work).

Then we went out to breakfast. I love going out for breakfast. Unfortunately, we get a late start and had to eat lunch instead.

From there we caught a bus to the Museum of History and Industry. I've been meaning write a story set in old Seattle, but it needs researching. I got some great ideas for it, though.

After that, we came home and I made burgers for us all. The buns were store-bought, but everything else was especially nice.

Great day. It was a great day.