Cocktails and some candlelight. Adjusting to jet lag, and a lot of walking. Time to recharge.
Arrived, and on our way.
Me, Martha and our wonderful nephew Mark.
Sad Amy, happy Mike. (Or ARE they?)
Georgetown Pub, St. Patrick's Day.
There is always something alluring about opening up a brand-new container of peanut butter.
Happy Sunday to you, too. Martha and me at a family lunch.