A fantastic night, and a Sunday spent in pajamas and bedhead. A concert in a barn. Too much to drink, in wool socks on hay-covered wood floors. A party in the back of the farm van, on cushions, with bottles of wine and whiskey, and homemade pizza for the parking attendants. Old friends. New friends. This farming community, even in its wider radius, is a beautiful thing. We are so lucky.

Today, the two of us in our pajamas on the sofa, lying in a pile and watching dvds. A break for cookie making.

Now he works on the goat house, while I restore some order to ours. I wish Monday was more weekend.