And the Cats Survived.
There was Fondue Night with my college roommates, dipping whatever we could find into cheese and then chocolate fondue (no, not at the same time), drinking wine, and gossiping like fools.
There was Thanksgiving with friends and family, spending time with our closest loved ones.
A visit to my mother's house brought us on an impromptu hike through the woods and snapping pictures at the shore of the lake.
The loooo-ong drive back down 95, back to our home and back to work this week. We're sleepy, inundated with emails, and toting suitcases crammed with half-folded laundry.
And even though they were all puffy-tailed, bored, and mewing when we came back home tonight, the cats survived.