Okay, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I just haven’t felt very inspired to write. Not that I haven’t been doing exciting things, but I just don’t feel like writing about any of it. Okay, so I will now.

Went to Delaware for Anne’s bachelorette party. It was fun, even though we were at the beach and it rained all day on Saturday. We were staying at a veritable mansion (seven bedrooms? five bathrooms? something like that.) and we did manage an hour or two on the beach on Friday, but Kristina sprayed me with this magical, extremely effective sunscreen, so I did not tan. Didn’t burn, either, which I’m pleased about. And since you’re not supposed to tan, I suppose it was for the best. Hmmph.

Overall, though, for a bachelorette party, it was fun. We made Anne do naughty things and that’s really what it’s all about.

Unfortunately, my sinuses were still stopped up the entire time, which resulted in little sleep and not much relaxation. After a visit to my ear, nose, and throat doctor last Monday, I’m feeling much better. On the other hand, George is sick as a dog. Argh. Will this never end?

This past weekend, I went to Baton Rouge, visited my mom, and rode in my friend Paige’s convertible Mini. Mostly with the top up, since it was, yes, raining. But we made her husband put the top down on the way home from dinner, even though it was still sprinkling. It was worth it. I want one!

I’m not going anywhere for a good long while. I’m ready to be at home. To make some more bread. To paint the dining room, perhaps? To plant the seeds we bought for the strip of dead weeds in front of the sidewalk.

And then the mad-travelling will begin again. My plans for the next, oh, eight to ten months include Baltimore, Mexico, Natchitoches (you reading this, girls?), Monterey, Las Vegas, South Carolina, and New Yaaawwwwk. And then Monterey again. And who knows what else. I’m so cosmopolitan!