It's hunting time. ;)

I'm thinking this hunt should be as relaxing and satisfying as possible.

Cullens! Would you guys like to have a "dance party" any time soon? (As talked about in Esme's last entry)

Esme, would you like to RP our little romantic night? If yeah, would you like to do the honors?

Message back your thoughts :)

I know it's a little early to say, but I've been looking at possible relocation prospects. We can't stay here forever - like we couldn't the last time, and Alaska seems like the wrong place this time around. Maybe somewhere the "kids" won't feel so bored. It's like they've lived their entire everlong lives under the same clouds.

Dr. Wittingham died of old age a couple of days ago - you know the complications age can bring. I examined him just last week and his kidneys, and his liver functions were already giving way so it was just a matter of time - I let him know and after that I noticed that he spent the rest of his days sleeping in his hospital office. He never went home anymore. It goes to show medicine was the end all and be all of his life. I guess there are just some people who can live like that. I wouldn't want to go into the details of his lifestyle but I guess I can say that, without over-analyzing, he wasn't exactly the happiest man in the world. But when you're 75, and have outlived the usual mortality rate and were able to keep practicing your craft, you don't really feel the need to ask for more.

He didn't have a family, and since the nurses seem to thrust the cheezy, dirty work on me (because they know I won't refuse), I found myself sifting through his medical books where I found amazingly old original copies of Gray's Anatomy, and Aristotle's Politics, and a compilation of research of Einstein and Newton. I carted most of the books off to the local library for safekeeping (and further use), and kept some for myself and a couple of the nurses whose sons and daughters want to go to med school. I understand the added expense books have on their parents so I figured it would help them out a bit to have copies on hand.

There isn't much else to talk about. Jasper has been holing up in his room again. Edward has been particularly moody. Emmet and Rosalie are their usual selves. Alice is a spitfire. And Esme and I have spent more than 8 and a half decades together and still feel like lovesick children.

Also, the "kids" have mentioned a new girl in passing. (New is a rarity in Forks, might I add.) The boys seem distressed and I think a hunt could put things back in order but when? Soon.

I'm home now.

Where is everyone?