We're tired. Really, really, really tired. Me working is hard on all of us and it was an exceptionally big couple of weeks. But we survived, and I must admit it was comforting to return to the familiar normality of countless loads of laundry in between reading you a monotonous number of books yesterday. I'm astounded at how you unfazed you were with me not being around. In fact, I think I missed you more than you missed me.
Afternoon tea with some dear friends brightened up our tired day.
