The weekend's highlight was having Xpioti's brood over for a sleepover while she and her hubby went off to a Christmas party. (I still don't emotionally accept that it's Christmas.) For breakfast, I made pancakes, and for us adults, sticky buns. They were so good that my wife promised to marry me yet again. We were perfect glad to have them for almost 24 hours, although that did prove a little long for the kids. If not hers, then ours, who increasingly wanted to do her own thing.
Heck, I was ready to do my own thing.
I spent much of the week home resting. I should really have skipped work all week and not gone in Tuesday. The swelling took a long time to go down.