The Most Stressful Time (and all eternity)

 Stu & Eve slept at our house Saturday night - thanks to that $15 pullout couch, a mattress topper, and so many blankets. We all went and got covid tested so we wouldn't have to quarantine during our holiday travels. (This is the only exciting thing to happen the week of 11/21, so it does not get its own post.)

Then I had two days of work and plenty of time to stress out. The good news is that we made it onto our flight and they let us go to Connecticut. Also, very impressed with JetBlue's covid management. The dadso picked us up from Logan and brought us to the grandparents - where blueberry muffins, eggs, and the gurgling cod were waiting for us. We gave the man a preview of an exciting Christmas present and were off to Hutchinsville. 

The crew. 

After everyone took a nap, we headed to my favorite hike, Glacier Park. The trails were better marked, but the leaves were wet and slippy (aka "treacherous"). Everyone enjoyed it. Or at least told me they did. Then we had to play so many games while eating Ming Moon. 

Case in point.

Thursday was Thanksgiving. And it was nice not to have to convince Roger of the virtues of sweet potato casserole or raspberry jello. And he got to make pie bites, which I ate before he could stop me. And again, we played so many games. 

Thanks, Steve Lourenco. 

Nothing special happened on Friday. Jokes, we got sealed. Grampy came down with his escorts. We got to be in a temple during quarantine. We took so many pictures. And ate some real crab rangoons. 

Roger's favorite of my poses.

We had a nice break, changed into scrubs, and did our 1 hour drive-by reception, which was steadily busy the entire time. 10/10 would recommend. We even had a Zubby, who was there to fetch snacks and get people to sign our guest book (and sanitize everything afterwards). 

The Bridge. 

Saturday was a tourist day. We got cider at the mill (last weekend of the year, baby). We visited Mystic Village (get that honey, you already know). We walked up and down the bridge (welcome to water, Arizonans) and got ice cream. And I only LOOKED at the books (you're welcome, wallet). And Roger got to revisit Avalonea. Oh and Moriah got to pet the goat (the second time, the first time, it was the WRONG GOAT).

Abednagoat.

Anyways, then we flew back, had a delicious dinner, and I got ready for my last week of my second clinical internship of the last bit of school I ever want to attend.