And we're back

After a long Sunday-afternoon flight delay, we arrived home to an extremely dusty yard (our patio was being re-done) and enough humidity to drown even the great Michael Phelps.  Ok, maybe not quite that lethal, but awful nonetheless.

It's pretty discouraging to come home to monstrous piles of laundry and the prospect of work early the next morning...especially when we knew we were missing out on more of this:

I'm finally starting to get my act together (don't you hate the back-log that comes after being out of town?) and when I do, be prepared for me to regale you with many a Winnipesaukee story.