I made him a birthday tiramisu yesterday. Despite using the biggest dish I have, there was enough filling-stuff and ladyfingers left over that I wound up making a second tinier tiramisu in a Tupperware dish, which Remy can share with friends at work tomorrow. Both are still chilling in the refrigerator. I have no idea how they turned out, but it certainly smells nice every time one opens the refrigerator door, so that's promising.
Remy bought himself a unicycle. Today, we venture forth in search of a tire pump, then come home and watch the Penguins. And do other stuff, probably.
We've both arranged for a three-day weekend next week, of which we are in dire need.