A three day weekend cubed the sun, one day late.
Some days there are home-cooked meals. Eggs, rice, bittersweet chocolate.
The best moments / were spent alone / at home / it snowed.
It's morning in Fisherman's Wharf; nearby, the Crab Shack opens.
Excess in age a vice, but in youth a virtue.
The weekend passed by even faster than the six-babied stroller.
Lost: One jacket. Please bring it back. It's cold out.
Rounding out the long weekend with Al's and pizza Monday.
