Home Thursday night. Caught up with the girls at De La Paz - our local (real) Mexican restaurant - for about 15 minutes, then back home to unpack and sort laundry.
Frank and I both came home with a cagey little cold bug which attacked on Friday morning. Imagine having a wonderful 2 week vacation and then waking up after the first night in your own bed... with a cold. Yech. Mine was very short-lived (thanks, I think, to daily vitamins) and I'm over it now... Frank's has held on and he's now coughing and sneezing. I've threatened to start referring to him as the eighth dwarf - Wheezy - if he doesn't start taking some medicine to get rid of the symptoms.