So, as you'll recall, I left the lake at 5 to attend Hildegard's 80th birthday party in Tsawwassen.
I thought I'd be back by 10, but I underestimated how late into the night those 80 year olds party.
Thanks, Krahn clan, for a lifetime of good memories.
Happy birthday, Gma. You still rock our worlds.
By the time I got back to the lake, and snuggled in bed, it was after 2.
I read another 50 pages then called it a day.
I slept in this morning, obvs.
And by the time I came downstairs my read-a-thon mates had gone home to their babies.
I am the shittiest read-a-thon host ever in the history of the world.
Three things I'm thankful for:
1. Weekends that are overloaded with good things.
2. Not as much rain fell as was anticipated.
3. That mountain outside my window? Is exploding with colour.