Oh how true these words are: I'd rather be at Pemberley. This was exactly what I thought this morning as I woke up to another unusually cold day. The fact that it's May and only 50 degrees didn't help my mood and now I seem to be permanently vexed for the day. Hopefully reading a small bit of Emma before school will help though. However, I know while I'm sitting there doing figures and arithmetic that I'll be dreaming of though's warm fires, spacious grounds, and the dashing owner of Pemberley.