Party went to a little after midnight (which seemed plenty late to me because apparently sometime in the last few years I've gotten old), and it wasn't long before I crashed on the couch. Woke up this morning to a nice chat over tea with Tom's mother Christine (who is visiting them for a bit and helping watch Zoe until they can find a local nanny or au pair, so if you know someone good in Milwaukee to recommend, drop me a line), followed by pancakes with curry. Well, Roshani and I had pancakes with curry. The others had fruit and sausages and stuff. Poor devils.
Then a nice tromp over to Harry Schwartz, a delightful independent bookstore here (at what point does an independent become a chain? they have five stores in Milwaukee...), where I bought Zoe a princess puppet because I am a big sap. Also some books. Also (don't tell Kevin) the 13-CD set of the BBC reading the entire Lord of the Rings. Sheer indulgence, but oh, it's going to make car rides so much happier, and I need all the encouragement I can get.
I was planning on heading back after that, but Roshani convinced me to stay longer. So I lounged around, re-read a Brother Cadfael mystery, felt guilty about not getting any work done, ate some pizza, and watched Charlie's Angels: Full Throttle, which may have the thinnest excuse for a plot of any movie I've seen recently -- oh, except for Kill Bill. And now I'm saying hi to y'all, and then I'm going to go upstairs and have a lovely glass of dessert wine with Roshani. Mmm.
Tomorrow, back to Chicago, back to work. But a very pleasant interlude...