It was a very wet night, Friday night. I fetched wood for our morning fire in a downpour, but the sky cleared, and the treetops were shining in the golden light of sunrise as we headed out for an early walk together. Then we went into the village for a quick supply run, and then I got ready to bake a cake to take to Steve and Daniel’s potluck dinner party.
Just as I was about to mix the wet and dry ingredients, the phone rang. It was Dan. The dinner was off because Steve was sick, so I called Kris and Steve because they had invited me to dinner last night as well, but I had declined because of my plans to be at Dan’s, and I was in for dinner with them at Nancy’s place.
I was delighted not to have to bake the cake. I stored the ingredients to use next week instead, and I spent the afternoon outside burning more detritus in my new burn barrel. It does an awesome job of burning even very wet wood, mind you me putting little squirts of gasoline on the fire helps.
Dinner at Nancy’s was wonderful. Gavin, Karen, Kris, Steve, Nancy and me, and we laughed and told stories until we ached. I love being with these people. Her Highness and I roared home, and we were in bed in no time. What a great day, and today is My Day, so a good time is guaranteed!
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