This entry is a week late…

We ended up staying at the park until 9:30 on Saturday night to watch the fireworks and by the time we got back to the hotel I was too exhausted to put together two coherent sentences. So I collapsed into bed and thought, “That’s OK, I’ll have plenty of time after we drive home tomorrow night to write about both days.”

Then, at 2:30 in the morning I awoke to find myself on the phone, probably five sentences into a conversation:

“What port are they using?” I asked. “Do we know what IP address they’re trying to get to?”

I honestly had no idea what had taken place before that, but I must have been at least semi-coherent because the gentleman on the other end of the line didn’t appear to be overly alarmed or amused by anything I’d said up to that point.

This is quite a change from when I was an adolescent. Members of my family used to vie for the opportunity to wake me up because I was always good for some bizarre, out-of-context quote while emerging from my early morning dreamfest:

“Grettir, it’s time to wake up.”

“Wha…? I…I…can’t. The watermelon is too expensive.”

…or…

“Grettir, you need to get up. You’re going to be late for school.”

“Could you let Cookie Monster know that his shoes won’t be ready until next Tuesday.”

However, now that I’m an adult, I seem to be capable of emerging from the soundest of slumbers and carrying on lengthy technical discussions without actually knowing what I’m doing. But these middle-of-the-night phone calls are never good news. They don’t come very often, but when they do I know that the next few days will be consumed with work. (Two weeks before we left for Disneyland I went 3 days with only 7 hours of sleep.) I was able to put off the emergency for a while, but I got a follow-up call about a half-hour north of Cedar City on the drive home and here we are seven days later and I’m still incapable of putting together two coherent sentences. (Exhibit A: That last paragraph.)

So, here are some semi-coherent photos of our trip instead: