I set up the day's posts the evening before. But last evening I enjoyed the whole time with the lovely and now-in-Austin Mrs. Borepatch. A romantic pasta dinner followed by a whole evening at the pool here at FOB Borepatch left no time for blogging.
Sorry, but it was awesome. And that word has a specific, technical meaning:
Oh, and Lychee fruit must be from outer space. And it's pretentious to pronounce them LYE-chee, unless you went to school in Her Britannic Majesty's Scepter'd Realm. LEE-chee, people.