I got home this evening around 7:30 and realized it was the first time I'd been at home at 7:30 p.m. in two weeks. Here's what kept me from home the last two nights:
Norwegian desserts. Well, really Norwegian dancing, but I did almost as much eating as dancing. I also spent a lot of time doing jigsaw puzzles, because someone had brought them and those suckers are *addictive*. And there was some quality napping, too, and a lot of reading.
This was at a "ski-dance" weekend in Vermont, although I didn't ski - it was totally cold, and I probably spent a total of 10 minutes outside the whole time I was there. I was up til 3 last night, alternating between puzzles, dancing, and staring into space. My eyes kept closing during my last two dances, but I hear the hard core made it til 5.