All good things must come to an end. . .

Some day, some day many years from now, when we have left behind our day jobs in favor of a peaceful retirement, we won't care when the weekends end, or when they begin for that matter.

However, that's a distant dream at this point. Our current reality means that each Sunday night, we are somehow disappointed that once again, our mere two-day weekend has come to an end and come tomorrow morning we'll re-enter our professional lives and live by the clock.

It's saying farewell to such a pleasant weekend that's hard. Our relaxing Friday night at home prepared us for a lot of walking, a lot of shopping and a lot of talking per our meet-up with Needlefingers and Pilot in the big town across the river.

No matter how hard we tried, we were unable to spend our hard-earned money. I came home with a tank top, kitty and furniture brush, and a book of sweater patterns, quite a haul in comparison with my shopping companions. However, we came home so very glad we'd met up with our family and friends; happy that we had some quality time with them.

Today was a bit busy as well. Cynical's family came in for a visit and lunch. We enjoyed catching up with them; playing with Princess M and giggling at her rendition of "Thwinkle, Thwinkle Little Star."

Anxious to stretch our weekend for all it was worth, we dropped by my folks to torment the visiting Prince E. He's in for his summer visit, but make no mistake it's not his grandparents or his aunt he was anxious to see, it was his Uncle Cynical.

Even though our weekend was full, I was able to squeeze in some knitting. I finished up yet another pair of socklettes, this time in pink, made headway on my Rusted Root and am nearing completion on a pair of socks. It appears my mojo is back.