Because of the kind of people we are, Gwen and I hadn’t had a weekend at home in mumble, mumble. This one was particularly nice. Inspired by the brewing class I taught on Thursday, I moved along several of my brewing projects and started two more batches of mead. I did two shows with the Ventura Improv Company, which was good for the soul. I banged out a bit more poetry. We watched some hockey, listened to the rain, imposed a bit more order on the house, and figured out the arrangements we needed in order to be out town of this coming weekend (because, of course, two weekends in a row at home would be unthinkable). We capped it all off with a wonderful dinner with friends. It was rejuvenating.
This week, of course, will be busy. We’ll be in Idyllwild for the West Coast Culinary Symposium, but before that I’ve got a trip down to San Diego for a workshop with Diana Larsen. This means an amusing series of car and trains rides to make sure that Gwen and I end up in the same place at the same time on Friday, but I’m sure we’ll work it out. I’ve got a weaving project that I would like to get started, but I probably won’t have time to do that before I leave. And I should really start pulling together plans and handouts for the heraldry class I’m teaching in three weeks.
So, yeah, rest was nice. Now back to it.