Now the sink is full of dirty dishes and I am full of rosamicula's lemon trifle. I'm too tired to do any more cleaning. butterbee is surprised by how well the conversation flowed all night; I'm just sorry I couldn't have spent the evening talking to everyone instead of cooking. But that's why they have restaurants, I suppose.
For some reason the church outside was ringing bells like mad about 20 minutes back. I wonder why?
I'm so ready for this cold to be over, over, over with ... I can't even shop without getting exhausted! Maybe I'll get lucky and someone will do all of the work with me tomorrow. HAH.