Friday night, I’m meant to connect up with all sorts of interesting and famous people. Seriously famous people. You’ve heard of them.
But they ditched us. Alas.
Which turned out just fine by me. I got to eat my first (and only) proper meal of the weekend and have a six hour conversation with my most excellent sister-in-law. Being ditched by famous people is perfectly fine, under those conditions.
Finally back home, the kittens clamoring for food, attention, and escape (in that order). So we let them run wild on the rug for a while. I tried to figure out how to smuggle them back to Michigan.
And then, straight to bed and missing my wife very much.
Tomorrow, soon, at last.