GLORY OF GLORIES WE ARE DONE. Well, almost.
How I despise this. And yet how cute they are. A certain young man very sweetly came over at 11pm last night after his group meeting to keep me and my nearly carpel-tunnelled wrist company. And gave me a wake-up call because he wasn't sure if in my soporific haze I'd remembered to set my alarm. :)
In other news, this weekend was nice and relaxing (x invitations, naturally) and beautiful out. We went for a run (outside!) and Dan proceeded to kindly not make fun of me as my side staged a protest. Why? I don't know. I mean, I'm out of shape, but not THAT out of shape. I can't WAIT for the weather to start being consistently nice so I can start consistently running on the consistently beautiful path to Boathouse Row. Oh blessed springtime, how I love thee and the scent of thy breath warms my frozen toes.