The Mr had outside commitments nearly every evening this past week. That is not a highlight, that is a lowlight. However, he bought me flowers to express his regret at not having more time at home, and flowers nearly always constitute a highlight.
They were exceptionally pretty flowers, who opened into ruffled splendor. Roses have such comely buds, they rarely get the chance to really open. It's too bad, they're so lovely that way.
I took some time on Friday to make up this little suitcase so Agatha Polly Yeagerson would have somewhere to pack her things for her trip across the neighborhood to her new home.
It's a little bit lopsided, and the corners are not what you'd call square, but I was satisfied with it as a first attempt, and it felt good just to make something. Started, finished, done. That's a highlight.