It's a Sunday afternoon, and we are at home doing absolutely nothing of substance.
We haven't been home on a Sunday afternoon in about three months. It's fantastic - I'm sitting on the couch while typing, and L is reading a travel book. I've just put a new load of clothes in the washing machine, the dishes I put in the dishwasher from last night's revelry with newly-weds AV and RT are almost done, and I just polished off a left-over salad.
Ahh. This is the life.