3 days.

The Bay.

I don't know what it is about that third day off...but it makes such a difference. When I was a counselor in a group home years ago I worked four 10 hour shifts and had 3 days off every week...and it was wonderful. One day to work, one day to play, one day to rest. I think we should all have 3 day weekends all the time. Who do I talk to about that?

On Saturday both of the boys were hanging out with friends and running around here and there so Chris and I decided to "do something". We hopped in the car and headed to Benicia, a small town about 30 miles from here. We walked around, went to antique stores, had (a not-so-great) lunch, stopped at an estate sale, drove around the neighborhoods looking at homes...on the water, on the hills, with views, without...then stopped for a waffle cone. It was a good day...a much needed mini-getaway for the both of us.

Yesterday was a home day...not a lot going on...just moving slow, doing laundry, picked up some groceries...Chris made a fire in the fire pit in the evening and we made s'mores. The sunset was amazing...they have been lately. I'm not sure what's going on with the weather but during the day the clouds are so interesting...then when the sun sets on them the colors are so vibrant. I love sunsets...

As for today? Well, we're just getting started. (And not at a very fast pace.) More laundry...some meal planning...some paperwork...some bill paying...and hopefully Chris will make some homemade salsa. Our tomatoes have been so lame this summer he hasn't made batch yet! Thank goodness for neighbors who barter tomatoes for a bottle of ketchup!

xo