And she and her aunt whipped up pumpkin cinnamon buns for us as well, as you can see. They were delicious -- the pumpkin made a neat twist on the usual yumminess.
You might also guess that quiet puttering time has been non-existent, so you will perhaps understand why I'm going to skip my usual long Saturday morning run in favour of savouring the solitude when Pater takes both guests with him to pick up Uncle Rob from the ferry. I suspect there may be some hot chocolate involved in that jaunt --
I wish I didn't have to guard my energy so carefully, but having to mark 50 papers this weekend is already challenge enough and adding houseguests to the mix, especially ones you want to cuddle and play "horsies" with and teach pie-making to, and beach-comb with . . . well, it's tough. I also find that the weekly social demands of my teaching -- all those student needs! -- empty my bucket dangerously, and I'm so glad that Paul understands and picks up the slack, so that I don't ever risk being a grumpy Nana.
As I write this, I've had a chance to have a quiet cup of tea while everyone else slept in -- I heard a tiny voice a while ago, and some stirring, and it is, after all, 9:20 (yes, she's a great sleeper! love it!), so I'm eager to spend some recharged energy on a delightful small person. Chat with you later . . .