Quilted on the porch Saturday morning.
Let Diesel, the cats, and even the chicken loose in the yard (not simultaneously).
Drank my first margarita of summer.
Waitressed two shifts: slow-and-mellow Friday, and crazy, slightly-overwhelming-but-still-fun Saturday. Met lots of townsfolk.
Reveled in a long day spent with my favorite ladies in Ithaca.
Attended my first parade in Gilbertsville.
Survived a long weekend sans Patrick with only a modicum of melancholy.
Celebrated my sweetie's return with lawn-lounging, afternoon-napping, and watching the fireflies together before bed.