It was such a long, intense week. I got five hours of sleep between Sunday and Friday, and all the stuff that happened in between is now like a series of blurry photographs. You can make out smiles in most of them though.
I have been granted a weekend of perfect hammock swing weather, and by god I am going to take nature up on her offer.
Hoping Joe comes over with his selection of French 60's pop rock to lay down the soundtrack.