Okay, I know I'm supposed to be writing once a day in May, but you'll have to cut me a little slack for this past weekend. As you know, Steve was in town. Friday and Saturday were late nights and it took all yesterday to recover. I'm still pretty damn wiped, but man, it was worth it.
I want to detail this weekend, but I need another day to piece it together. As I'd hoped, we allowed ourselves to "be". By Saturday night, after everyone had gone home, to bed or (in the case of Julie's brother, Seann) crashed on the couch, Steve and I were just hanging out. Drinking Scotch, with the TV on, and cd's burning on my laptop, it felt oddly familiar. The setting may have been different, but the mood was most definitely Budd & Eleanor's basement in Ohio.
Like I said, I'll get into this more tomorrow and the next day. I have a lot to think about and so much to be thankful for.