Home late from a lovely dinner with friends, something I rarely get to do and that Mojo and I almost never do as a family. There were six adults and three kids (ranging in age from six months to 21 months).
It was just lovely and comfortable. I've known all these people for more years than I care to mention and one since high school. Says Mojo, "It's a little like picking up a novel in the middle." But he, too, was relaxed and personable.
All in all a wonderful evening.
I had a beer even. One beer. Not even a full beer. Mojo and to help me with it and I don't think we finished it between the two of us. But it was nice and had a tranquilizing effect on me. I am almost asleep at the keyboard.
Thus ends one of the roughest weeks we've had in quite a while. This will be a busy weekend, with auditions and rehearsals for me and Mojo wrangling the Weasel Grrl during the day. I am looking forward to it, but need to sleep, else I will be in no shape to do anything remotely entertaining tomorrow.