A lovely fall weekend.

This weekend I woke up chilly each morning, read late into the night each evening, and made a lot of food. And, of course, did a lot of cleaning. I made vegetable soup that turned out wonderful, potato leek soup that turned out not-so-wonderful, beer bread, oatmeal raisin craisin cookies, and apple-cranberry crisp. And I actually got out of the house each night.

Friday started with a lunch trip out to the local pub, and then moved toward dinner at another pub. From there several friends and I went to see Burn After Reading, a slightly slow moving movie where the one liners are enough to make up for any other faults. After a trip on the T that ended with singing Only the Good Die Young - pretty loudly - it was back to home and a cup of tea and the rest of the book. (Wizard's Grove by Tanya Huff. Also, for those asking, I did a little research and am not nearly impressed with the rest of her works as much as I was this one.)

Saturday was filled with home-made soup and bread, watching Forgetting Sarah Marshall for the second time with a friend (who didn't enjoy nearly as much as I did), and then off to a soul/jazz concert at a little hole-in-the-wall bar that I can't wait to get back to. I had earlier that day picked up Neverwhere by Neil Gaiman, and so with beer in one hand and the book in the other, I listened to a great (and free!) performance. Made me happy.

Today I baked. I mulled some cider, and then clearly and accurately determined I needed cookies to go with it, and then realized that I would finally use up the last of the rolled oats and the apples that were starting to go bad if I made a crisp. Hee...

Now I am cleaning my room, wondering where in the hell I put the nails I was going to use to install a shelf and put up a mirror, and about to fold clothes while watching Fiddler on the Roof.

Mmm..... For once, I feel pretty good about going to work tomorrow, due to the very relaxing and suprisingly productive weekend. And you know, I think I'll go make myself a cup of tea.