Winter came back this weekend.

The sky turned dark and rain drizzled incessantly.
The temperature dropped. Everything was grey.

As I reintroduced my water-resistant trench coat into my wardrobe and wrapped yet another scarf around my neck this weekend, shivering as we walked along the cold sidewalks of The Corner to stop by all of our favorite places and then return home to sit on the couch under a blanket, I was reminded that these sorts of weekends are, in fact, my favorites.

I mean, at least until Spring comes along.

"How beautiful a street is in winter! It is at once revealed and obscured. Here vaguely one can trace symmetrical straight avenues of doors and windows; here under the lamps are floating islands of pale light through which pass quickly bright men and women, who, for all their poverty and shabbiness, wear a certain look of unreality, an air of triumph, as if they had given life the slip, so that life, deceived of her prey, blunders on without them." --Street Haunting, Virginia Woolf

I think it might be the weather, but I have been so productive these past two weeks. Pages of a thesis have been written, part-time jobs where I work from home have been acquired, and a magazine article or two are in the works. It's good.

Now, breakfast sausages are on the stovetop and I am trying to find out how to best use my morning. Today's the last Friday I'm working in the afternoon before my boss comes back from his trip. I'm ready to get my normal all-morning schedule back, but these quiet Friday mornings at home have been a nice change of pace. Plus some Spring Fever.

Now if you'll excuse me, I have a date with some coffee and a vacuum. 

Have a sunny weekend, friends.

First of all, it's been like 60+ degrees around here the past few days. So that was weird.

I wore this ModCloth dress and walked to work on Friday. No leggings needed.

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This weekend, we ate.

It was Restaurant Week in Charlottesville, which means that a handful of nice restaurants had a special menu that offered three courses for $26. My friends and I chose Maya and had dinner there on Friday night. Despite the manager being a real asshole on the phone, we had a lovely meal and the service was surprisingly wonderful. The food was delicious.

Then on Saturday my parents came to have lunch with us. So we ate again. And took more pictures.

I slept until 11 AM on Sunday morning. We headed to Chipotle and ate.

Good weekend, good food.