Change of pace
Mom has the kids for the weekend; they're on their annual New Year's Eve weekend to Newport, which leaves Bonnie and me alone for a blessedly quiet few days.
Last night we joined friends in Brookline for dinner at Zaftig's, an excellent deli-style restaurant, and finished at a dessert restaurant a few blocks away called Finale (photographic evidence on Andy's Flickr pages).
We didn't climb into bed until about quarter to one, but had the rare privilege of being able to sleep as long as we wanted without having to deal with the screams and yelling of three children. And sleep we did, crashing until about 11:00 or so. We probably would have slept a bit longer, but Max decided that he'd gone without breakfast long enough and hopped up on the bed, climbing on top of Bonnie and me and kneading and purring loudly until we woke up.
Compared to how we normally wake up, having a big furry kitty purr at you to wake you up is certainly a nice change of pace.