Rudi and I headed up to Connecticut this long weekend for some much needed R&R. We celebrated Shelley’s 35th birthday with a cookout and campfire. Rudi rode up a mountain. I hung out with my folks and with Gramma and caught up on sleep. And today (yesterday, now), we broke out the party caps and helped Dad blow out his birthday candles. (Mum thought 65 might be too many in his apple pie, so she opted for 13 (one for each half-decade) instead.)

It was a wonderful weekend and I feel very relaxed at the moment. I’m sure when 8:30 rolls around in the morning, I will be less enthusiastic about our late arrival home, but right now I don’t care. It was totally worth it. But if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to head to bed. More posts about books and knitting and other such things to follow soon.