I thought this might happen: house guests make blogging a very low priority. The Man got in late Thursday morning, with just enough time to throw his bag on the floor and take a quick shower before we all piled back into the car and headed to my mom's for the feast. Then we sat on the couch and smiled.
There was much more sitting and smiling throughout the remainder of the weekend, though no more of it was documented. We also ate a lot of breakfast, watched some football, attended my mom's anniversary party (where she convinced The Man to play Twister with her), played with some Legos, watched a movie, reunited The Man with Ballard (where we ate some more breakfast), took a walk, drank some tea laced with Chinese herbs, and checked our respective emails.
Now The Man is back in Texas, I am back to the grind, and NaBloPoMo is over.