We had exactly the weekend I needed: slow and quiet. I think on Saturday, the farthest Trevor went from home was the compost pile. Sunday, we spent the afternoon hanging out with friends, drinking tea, and playing ping pong.
We've had no more than an hour or two of water a day for more than a week now, and the power was out all day Sunday. We had just finished dining on cold food by candlelight when the lights flicked back on, just in time for us to watch the third hour of The Aviator, which I bought at the grocery store in Missouri for 99 cents.
Tanned, rested, and ready: Bring on the new week!