well, i spent the day having hubby cook me eggs benedict for breakfast, then a little nap, then a stint in the hot tub, then off for a massage. took some fall pics on the way home, and showered up for a fantastic dinner in a famous inn (f. scott fitzgerald hung there, and hammerstein wrote a song about it: there's a little hotel with a wishing well), and then i drove drunkie, i mean prince charming, home. he was asleep half hour before the sitter left!
thanks for the acknowledgement friends. makes a girl feel good.