What a lovely time. I've got so little of my brain to share with the internets these days, but I had another halcyon weekend in the Berkshires with old friends. Somehow, even if you're a lame blogger like me, those friendships don't disappear. I had a weekend of pick-up-where-you-left-off visiting, with lots of wool and wine, as it should be. It's possible that the government of Spain may be increasing wine production in response to our consumption over the weekend, but that's okay because there's always next year. When everyone left, the silence was deafening. I need that kind of conversation every once in a while. I've got plenty of souvenir wool to remember the weekend by.
This weekend was all kid-birthday-parties and laundry and combing of basement storage for purging and assiduous effort in pursuit of a large Indiana Jones lego set's completion. I even cooked a pretty nice dinner tonight.
Life is hard but life is good. I'll pop back in next time I can.