In the meantime, this story from March 31st:
It was late in the evening and Julie needed to be changed, so I hauled her up on the bed in her room and went to work. She rolled her head over to one side to look at the bookshelf full of assorted songbooks that's near the door there. Julie's been in the habit of reading letters for some time now -- she stopped
daisy_knotwise as they were walking across the lobby of the Westin during Capricon to carefully read "W, E, S, T, I, N" from the giant mat on the floor there -- so when she looked at the "New Giant Book Of Rock" and read "B, O, O, K", I didn't think too much of it.And then she said, "Book".
Yes. Yes, it is.
