I am up rather earlier than I want to be, but I suppose it’s better than sleeping til two and then cursing the absence of daylight in which to run errands…
The mighty Lunch Bunch was reconstituted – Mike, me, Tom and Jerome. Happy happy sigh. We watched 3:10 to Yuma and otherwise ate and talked and drank beers. Brian and Chari turned up and added their brand of conviviality and rude remarks to the mix. Keith turned up as well. Jeff and the gang seemed to get along – it’s really hard to imagine that they wouldn’t; it felt kinda strange that after all these years my work family hadn’t met my kin.
I have one other piece of happy news – daughter Katie has been to the VCC and picked out what course she wants to take in September.
I am some contented kitty-cat this morning. I’m going to laze around for a while and then clean up after the party and then go to the Spit… and a Spit is a Dorothy Dunnett Readers Association meetup, usually including food, books and alcohol. Then, practicing some more.
