It’s kind of nice the way new year’s fell this year – the eve was Thursday, the day was Friday – so now it’s Saturday and it’s like our second Sunday in a row, and we still have another real Sunday tomorrow. Then I guess it’s back to cold hard reality Monday.
Here’re some pictures of making breakfast for John while he was getting ready to go back to Milwaukee, and Megan was still asleep.
Unfortunately, instead of cooking for Al, I’m cleaning up puke after him – he seems to have gotten a stomach flu from his girlfriend – we all thought she was just hungover, and were pretty unsympathetic yesterday when she said she felt crappy, but maybe she was actually sick.
