We found this mammoth church with amazing acoustics and no ambient traffic noise (who knew such a thing existed?). This being Chicago, though, we still had to stop a couple of times when airplanes and a helicopter flew overhead.
Then Richard and I spent last night gossiping about men and shows and the new CDs we've discovered (including this amazing one) over pasta and ice cream and brownies. I got home and collapsed into bed for my first post-LASIK sleep without my stupid goggles. My eyes are getting better every day -- and I've noticed I have shocking clarity in full sunlight. Woo-hoo!
Now it's 2:15 in the afternoon, and I'm still lounging around the house in my underwear. I love Sundays.