This week was a busy one. I don’t think I ate dinner before 10 any night this week. Don’t get me wrong; I’m not really complaining. It’s hard to complain when your dinner is delayed by movies and baseball games and concerts.

So yesterday, Rudi and I slept in until noon. We got up and lazed around the Burrow, picking up nothing more consequential than the tv remote or a knitting project until after 5. I did manage to wash the dishes that had been languishing in the sink all week, but that was it.

We split up for the evening — Rudi to a soccer match and a pool hall, me to the DC Film Fest (see the entry below for my review).

And then this morning we arose early to try to beat Nora to the ramps, morels, and strawberries that were going to be in limited supply at the market. No luck, but we came home with an overflowing basket: green onions, a half gallon of whole milk, young cheddar, damson plum-sweet cheese spread, purple lilacs, almond-goat’s milk facial scrub, blueberry scones (much better than last week!), pea shoots, asparagus, rosemary, a baguette, a photo-ready lettuce, and a bunch of chubby, stubby carrots.

We returned home to feast on the aforementioned scones and hot beverages, watch morning talk shows, peruse the Sunday paper, and doze under a warm wool blanket in the nest.

Rudi has left me with the Nationals-Mets game on tv to go on a short bike ride. We head to Ladies in Lavender, the closing film of the DC Film Fest, later this afternoon. Maybe between then and now I’ll walk to the store to buy bread flour to inaugurate the bread maker. Or maybe I won’t. During a weekend of relaxation, it’s just hard to say.