Oh, what a weekend. We were supposed to go upstate for a winterfest with some of Roger's roommates from college, but unfortunately it fell through, so we spent it at home.
On Saturday, I sneakily set up a little St. Nicholas Day gift for Roger. We've been doing it since we moved in together, and I think it's a nice, quiet way to start the holiday season.
Almost immediately after that, I proceeded to spill red nail polish on pretty much everything in our office. Fun times. That afternoon, I met friends for lunch at the soon-to-be-closed Chip Shop. The only other time I'd gone there was with friends from the program at Oxford in 2008, so I have sweet memories of it, and I was glad to have a chance to say goodbye.
Walking home from the restaurant in the rain, I started to feel a cold coming on, and I ended up spending the rest of the day in bed drinking Roger's famous sick-day tea.
On Sunday, Roger and I ventured out of the house for brunch, but I really wasn't feeling up to my long run or doing much of anything else. My father came to the city to visit my great-aunt, who is ill, and dropped off our Christmas decorations (that were in storage in my parents' house) and took us to dinner that evening.
We did a bit of decorating and some catch-up work before I fell asleep at an ungodly early hour again. If I had to sum up the weekend with one image, it would be this: