The kids have unloaded the Tardis. The food is put away (most of it in the fridge; some of it in our tummies). The second load of laundry is in the dryer. It's nearly 11:00, and I know where my meds are, and I'm going to bed.
Pictures to follow eventually. My phone is as tired as I am.
- Four years into widowhood, after one year of incredible happiness and nearly 14 years of single blessedness. Have given up perfect manicures and pretty hands in order to resume playing the soprano recorder and to see if I can figure out how to play bluegrass banjo. Singing in the shower. Still really, *really* love to knit!