Sweetheart G's birthday luncheon was a lovely success.
Ah, the healing properties of coffee, muffins, generic advil, and (the not to be underestimated) power of admitting you are in a totally skunky mood so you can give yourself a chance to wallow and write run-on sentences, before moving on to (metaphorically) sunnier skies. Of course, knowing that some of my favoritest people were coming over helped a lot too.