Whew, apparently the vacation has continued in my mind for a week after we returned home. But now! Back to normal life, and how glorious it is. I'm completely dressed, have eaten breakfast, changed the sheets, put in a second load of laundry, and it's still more than half an hour until I have to leave for work. Of course, Bart's completely bested me, seeing as how he unloaded the dishwasher and went running, before taking off for work.
Speaking of taking off for work, we bought bikes this weekend (inexpensive ones, because I am unwilling to sink a lot of money into something I'm not sure yet will warrant it). The best part about the bikes is that Bart can now ride his bike to work, seeing as we live all of about a mile and a half from his office. Not only does this mean that I don't have to take him to work, but also he can come home whenever he wishes, rather than waiting for me to get off of work, since I'm not done until about half an hour after his official finish time. Hooray! Everything is so close to our house, that hopefully we'll be able to ride lots of places.
On Saturday afternoon, Bart and I ran into a friend of his from Utah (he's known this guy since he was about eight or nine). This friend, his wife, and daughter are here for the summer for an internship, so we're hoping to hang out with them quite a lot while they're here (also, their apartment has a pool, so we're thinking we should be very good friends). We had them over for dinner last night, and then, when their daughter started having a total three-time-zones-in-two-weeks-exhaustion melt down, they went back to their apartment and we met up with them about an hour later for dessert at their place. Good times, if late times.
Really, how can you not love the weekend, when it's followed by the beginning of an excellent new week? It's going to be a good day and a fantastic week. I can just feel it.