The day of rest.

Home sweet home.
Blessedly in my jammies {the purple ones with glow-in-the-dark yellow smiley faces} listening to The Grateful Dead channel on Sirius.
Last night's show was I N C R E D I B L E.

About thisclose to slothing on couch to read the new Rolling Stone that was waiting in my overflowing mailbox this afternoon when I got home with one Monsieur Bob Dylan on the cover. Can't wait to read it - and see him in June!

Weekend was awesome - no cheesesteak, but oodles of other stuff that made me not even remember until now. {All the more reason to make a special trip, yes?}

Pictures and stories about my not-so-random weekend in Philly are forthcoming - too exhausted to wait for my slow-ass dial up.