Stephen has been working very long hours for the past few weeks.  He is up before six &amp; comes home sometimes at eight thirty in the evening.  Wow.  Tonight he came home to cheese enchiladas &amp; beef tacos.  It is very nice to have Mexican food for dinner when living in a country that has pretty much never heard of, or at least has never taken an interest in the food genre.  Stephen lasted through dinner and then through about five minutes of chat before he passed out.  :D  Of course he has been kidnapping our laptop lately and taking it to work (he likes to think of it more as commandeering), so I'm not anxious to wake him up right now.  I know the first thing he is going to do is make a cup of coffee so that he can stay up for three hours working on "work stuff for tomorrow."

Eh.  I'm off to treat myself (and the plus one squid) to a few scoops of Rocky Road ice cream before I surrender the Mac once again.