We've had one of those months where we get home from a trip, take the perishables and dirty laundry out of our backpacks, and leave everything else packed for the following weekend.
The upside is that we've been out and about, enjoying the summer and doing fun things like sailing and eating our way through Paris.
The downside is somewhat more pedestrian:
It's a grave understatement to say that our apartment is in disarray.
Our refrigerator contains little more than a stale loaf of bread and about 15 kinds of homemade pickle (by which I mean spicy chutneys, not gherkins).
We have a mountain of dirty clothes in our bedroom that rivals K2 in height and adversity.
Plus I've been slacking unconscionably on my favorite Sunday morning activity: writing Peanut Cheese.
All hope is not lost, however: our pint-sized washing machine is thrashing away upstairs, and the more-or-less unabridged versions of our sailing and Paris adventures follow below.
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