are you weary as water, in a faucet left dripping, with an incessant sadness, like a sad record skipping...
--ani difranco

Yes. I think i qualify as weary this week.
But what i really want to talk about? My wonderful husband, who deserves some extra accolades. He's been a perfect doll. Last night, on day 2 of the LongDays, i came home to homemade herb gnocchi with pesto, ready to throw in the pot, and on the table 5 minutes later. With a perfect caesar salad. A clean table, candles lit, high room score.

He's taken care of the cat, readied the second guest room ready for my dad to stay over midweek, and helped to entertain my cousin while i was working long days. He's been ready with a hug and a smile each time i've walked in the door. He wakes up enough at oh-dark-thirty to open his eyes, and kiss me goodbye in the mornings. And mostly? He's the most supportive, loving creature. Russell, thank you for going out of your way to make my week better this week. I needed it.

(Jeepers - how does a girl get so lucky?)