Laura Week is over, and with it, my minivacation. I had a lovely time, both with the visiting and with the not-being-at-work. A daytrip to Ocean City, and afternoon and evening in Baltimore, a mostly-lazy Friday . . . we ate huge amounts of food, jumped in waves, dozed on the sand, wandered the Visionary Art Museum, failed to have any vegetable-flavored ice cream, watched a Scrabble tournament on ESPN and an episode of Sesame Street.
Spent the weekend with Sharif, as usual. I was recovering from sickness as he was suffering through the worst of his, so we spent Saturday in the house. I watched him play Halo 3, mostly. It's a game that I wouldn't enjoy playing much, but it sure is pretty. And there are familiar voices assigned to some of the background characters, which is often awesome. (Adam Baldwin telling the nasty aliens that "Vera and I have a lesson for you!" made us giggle uncontrollably.)
Sunday, the boy felt much better, so we were able to attend Lacey's birthday-celebration brunch at Little Havana. $14 for a nice entree and all-you-can-drink mimosas is a deal that I can support wholeheartedly. That afternoon was spent at the parents' place, where Erica created lovely moroccan lamb meatballs while the rest of us entertained ourselves with the Wii.
Now Laura is back home and I am back at work. But nothing exploded while I was gone, Bree kept my mail organized, and I've plenty to keep me busy so the day doesn't drag. Not the worst Monday on record, by any estimation.