Last week, my mother was here and took the week off work and we did a few tourist things and she taught me how to sew. Over the weekend, I slept. This week, it's been a combination of trying to get work done and still being tired, so still sleeping a lot. Hrmph. Apparently, my body doesn't understand that after a week off, one needs to work like mad to catch up on all the stuff one could've been doing if one had been at work. Oh, and I had some friends over on the fourth and we played with some sparklers and had margaritas (a nice patriotic drink) and ate hamburgers and brats and blueberry/peach cobbler. Yum.
I'd be more interesting if I had more energy. Really. But for now, I'm just letting you know I'm still alive. ;)