My 6am time travel flight from Texas to LA made yesterday entirely a blur since I can't really sleep on planes.
While I spent my vacation (happily) swarmed by family, Boy spent his at the house playing with the dogs and watching hours upon hours of Hot Pursuit and Most Shocking. This doesn't mean he only watched TV, but it also doesn't mean he completed any of his home improvement tasks (which, by the way, is totally fine).
We spent most of the day shopping for furniture (you'll find it a cruel irony that Target furniture is really what we want, even thought it isn't built to last more than 48 hours, while everything else near what we want has a comma in the price tag), and after a bout of cleaning and some grocery shopping we cooked our first solo meal in the kitchen.
Counter space. Oh, counter space, you are amazing.