Lazy Sunday? What's That?

After my three hour nap yesterday, I then got about a hundred hours of sleep last night. So much, in fact, that when I got up this morning (at the delicious hour of SIX THIRTY), I told G, "I'm not even going to take a nap today!"

Then, I saw this:

And I knew in my heart that there would so be a nap. I was right. It fell in the middle of the night and of course I didn't hear it. G said he spent about thirty minutes looking around the house for a racoon. (This is relevant because an enormous, pregnant racoon got into one of our neighbor's houses. It was hysterical. Until last night.) No wildlife, just poor hanging choices. Too much weight.

There was a hard run today, prep for class this week, a thousand years of Uncle Tom's Cabin, and then this:

We went to the grocery store together for the first time in about a decade and I remembered why I usually go alone.

I have been thoroughly enjoying these little German treats. They are pens that look like pencils. They are the best things evahhhhh.

Ok, back to it. I'm kind of amazed at how quickly the weekend flew by...