Weekend Roundup: Nothingness Is Awesome. Being Sick Is Not.

This weekend went a little something like this:

Friday night:
Coalfire Pizza (early bird special):

Followed by some Black Dog Gelato:

 Goat Cheese Carmel Cashew

Bed by 8:00 (Grandma has a cold. Again.)

Saturday:
Lazy breakfast here:

Followed by an afternoon on the couch.
Bed by 8:00.

Sunday:
More sitting.

Followed by a little freelance work and some cheering for this guy:

Wes Welker. Yum.

Verdict? I'm unconditionally in love with nothingness. And I'm 9021-0ver being sick.