I had people over for writer’s group last night.

Jalen got lost on the way to the house, and I had to talk her down on the phone.  Because Lee normally makes the coffee, I ended up making coffee for the first time in maybe a year and a half and forgot to put the filter in, ran grounds all over the kitchen floor.  There was oil still on the table from the cooking party, and it soaked through the last page of my comments for Richard.  The cat greeted everyone.  Rachael greeted everyone so politely I had to laugh.  I made banana bread and saved the best loaf for me and Ray.

And we talked and talked and talked.  I said too much and kept everyone too late when I promised I would be brief.

And it was good.