Well, we got back from the beach house (which ended up being a million times nicer than our apartment, even at a quarter of the size...) about 20 minutes ago. I'm exhausted. It's taxing sitting around for 3 days eating bacon and chips, drinking beer, playing board games [RISK 2210! Cranium (which, I find WAY overrated...)!], watching movies, and eating more bacon and chips.

As I said in the Jeep on the way home, it was fun and relaxing, but I still wish that I had a day to do nothing but sit around our apartment before I have to go back to school.

Thanks go out to Tara for checking in on Macon and Sam while we were gone. I think Macon got a little miffed that we left him alone for so long because there were a couple of potted plants that made the leap from the top of the refrigerator to the counter and floor - terracotta and potting soil all over the kitchen. Right now, the cats are chasing each other up and down the hallway and lunging at each others' throats. They are obviously happy to have us back.

More about the Stinson Beach weekend, and the first couple days at Bryant, tomorrow (when my head stops throbbing, my stomach quits rumbling, and my eyes stop screaming for sleep) - promise...