Well, we’re back from the beach and we’re all sunburned and windburned and exhausted. The dog especially. The minute we got home she flopped down on her bed and hasn’t left it since. She does groan occasionally, and look over at me balefully. Poor pup. She was on fast-forward the whole weekend, swimming in the ocean, swimming in the lake, running on the sand, climbing over tidepool rocks … what an insane amount of energy that dog has. Or had. By the end of the trip, when we were cooking our dinner over a campfire at Devil’s Lake park, she was sleeping on the grass. I have never seen this dog sleep in a park, and I wager I never will again. So I’d say my job here is done.

As for the rest of us, we’re all slowly going about our Monday morning duties. I have about eight hundred million emails to catch up on. Hope everyone had a nice weekend!