I've had parent teacher conferences this week. That alone would explain the relative quiet on The Troubadour. I've also been under the weather. My daily goal was to get home from school relatively unscathed, eat a bite of supper, and then collapse on the couch to spend the last few hours of the night drifting in and out of consciousness while watching something on TV.
Due to the lateness of the evening, I hear the couch calling to me as I type. I'll end this Saturday post with an invitation to enjoy an extra large edition of The Imaginarium.
We shall visit again tomorrow.
The Toilets with the best views