Keith’s friend Chris is coming over this evening to watch Rocky Horror Picture Show, or something else if that works.
Jeff is humming Black Sabbath and trying to prevent himself from tripping over “the Muffin”.
Butter chicken is simmering on the stove; work, which I had been dreading, is turning out just fine, and I am a valued member of a high functioning team and OMG so happy. It’s bad, but it’s good, if you know what I mean. I so respect my colleagues and their humour and effort, and my boss is working himself up into Best Boss Evar range.
Later on I have some church stuff to do.