Good weekend.

Much progress with the knitting of thank you notes.  Um, make that writing of thank you notes.  I have all the wedding cards alphabetized by surname and the envelopes pitched.  Am waiting to hear back from various folks with their snailmail addresses so I can finish this job and put the envelopes into the lovely scrapbook Beloved gave me for Christmas.  Already, the mental clutter has diminished significantly.

The cat is yowling about something.  Most pitifully.  I, however, have raised teenagers and am well nigh immune to yowling.

Beloved and a young friend are about ready to head out to the lake.  I am about ready to figure out what I am taking for lunch and what I will wear to work.

Much progress on the second incarnation of Wingspan.  I am severely tempted to begin the Moebius cowl, but I am not entirely certain that I have a long-enough circular needle in what will probably turn out to be the right size.

Mmm, the delicious fragrance of homemade sourdough cinnamon raisin toast is wafting back here to our bedroom.

We had a blast at dinner Saturday night.  My attorney and his wife have a lovely home, very warm and relaxed(!!!), and their yard is a park.  My very focused attorney likes to garden.  It takes him two and a half hours on a riding mower, to mow their lawn, and another two and a half hours edging, etc.  And he likes it!  I have this picture in my mind of him lying down in the grass with a pair of manicure scissors, decapitating blades of grass to a uniform height.

We got the art tour after dinner.  He and his wife are as mad about Santa Fe and Taos as I am.  Who knew?

The boys are out the door, and I need to leave in about 40 minutes, so I had better get moving.  I got a three hour nap after church yesterday and am feeling more or less like myself this morning, rather than the zombie queen I emulated last Thursday and Friday.