I needed this long weekend. And the entire month of August plus a week of September. The move to the new house took its toll. There was just so much to do that I didn’t have the energy, mentally, to live the life I did before we moved. But I started feeling more like myself last week and the long weekend helped tremendously. I was able to be productive around the house, but I tempered it with enough downtime to feel rested. Connor had his moments, both challenging and rewarding, but thankfully he ended it on the latter note.
We didn’t have any social plans this weekend unless you count touring Terry, Vickie, and Zachary through the house. In the spirit of the Labor Day cookout, the McHusband and I grilled turkey burgers on Sunday and enjoyed our new porch furniture and lights.
Monday was more of the same: long walk, house stuff, and hanging with Connor. The added bonus was baking cookies (see, I told you I’m feeling more like myself), visiting Heather who is recovering from some surgery, and the McHusband bathing Monte, who was waaaaay past stinky.
I have Connor’s 18-month post written and hope to get it published this week with some pictures. Don’t come here every day looking for something new and interesting (or even just one of those), but check in once a week or so. I hope to resume a semi-regular blogging schedule. Keep your fingers crossed for me.