Friday night was The Great Cleaning. This made for a relaxed rest of the weekend.
Mark and I hid eggs for The Child (Mark was a better hider than I was)
Sunday friends and family came by for a brunch. We had sauteed asperigas; baked parmisan zucchini; fruit salad; and a selection of savories: sautéed mushrooms, sliced cucumber, dill and cream cheese and Grandma's Party Saving dip. Mark made carrot cake cupcakes with cream cheese frosting.
Mark got a pinaita (a purple elephant) and we had a few rounds of swinging at it.
This year I think we were pretty good about not turning the day into a total chocolate orgy, so there were no 1:30 PM sugar crashes or anything.
One of this (Monday) morning's dreams involved nuns at Reed College extolling me not to fly around in my black purple cloak. The Reed College setting isn't new; neither is flying around in my black cloak. Nuns are a new motif. Having other folks notice that I'm flying around and extolling me not to is a new motif, too.
In writing news: My story, "Dust to Smart Dust" is published at On The Premises, here: http://onthepremises.com/issues/issue-29/issue-29-honor1/