This weekend I had a lovely time with A, who came from the 50-degree-and-thunderstorming Buffalo, to visit Boston, which is about 85 degrees, with a million percent humidity...
I'm worn out from a long, delightful weekend and my arms are so tired from yoga that I'd prefer not to type, but I will say that we ate delicious foods (including fresh salads, bacon-y breakfasts, Indian delights, tapas - so many tapas!), we went to the beach and got a little crispy but enjoyed the summer weather, we saw sailboats, A ran in this fountain, we watched movies and cuddled, we walked and walked and we were just together.
Can you think of a better way to spend a weekend? Neither can I.
Thank you, A!