In which vacation ends. Sigh.

It’s Saturday, at a quarter to eight in the morning. We’re drinking coffee at the dining room table and hoping my mom will get up to see us off. We’re driving back to Ron’s to pick up Truck (since he decided not to stay in Colorado for a few weeks after all), then we’re driving back home today. Mr. B is thinking about only going half-way, and stopping at a motel tonight, which could be fun, but once he gets driving he’ll probably want to go the whole way.

Yesterday we slept in, got up, had breakfast, lounged around… and in the afternoon, Mr. B and Jay-rob and I went to see Walk The Line at the local theatre. The movie was pretty good; I thought Reese rocked in her role as June Carter. Afterward, we stopped at a bar for cocktails and food. I have half of a small wood-fired pizza in the fridge.

When we got back to my mom’s I decided to lie down for a bit… and didn’t get up until six this morning. Since we’re leaving today I wish I’d hung out with my family more instead of sleeping.

I probably won’t be back online ’til Tuesday when I’m back in the office.