For the first time in ages, I have nothing special going on. Thank Gwad. There have been a LOT of memorial life affirming moments lately and I’ve hit happiness saturation. I’m one step away from dreaming about unicorns farting rainbows.
Mr. W is on a business trip. I worked out, ran errands for hours and was in pjs by 6p. I’m planning epic snoring tonight.
Serious for a moment: There has been a lot of emotion to process, I’m just starting to come up for air.
Last night was the final wedding celebration – all our CNN buddies threw the Happy Couple a fun BBQ. We sat around talking and laughing with people we have known for years. My Daughter first came with me to work when she was four. Now she works on the Washington Bureau Assignment Desk. Which is, hands down, the best newsgathering operation there is. Not that I’m biased. I’d think that even if none of us had ever worked there. But I digress.
In addition to the wedding fun, I had Iron Maiden Book Club sleepover this past Friday. We are Iron Maidens because we all met lifting weights at the gym. In 2006 we started a book club. It has been a joy.
One of the members has a vacation home in the Shenandoah Valley and we had our second annual sleepover/book club meeting. We drink a lot of wine, make and eat great food. We talk talk talk about books and everything else. Then we get up the next morning and have a hike. It’s awesome.
Now might be the time to mention that between all the wedding festivities and the book club sleepover, I’ve drunk more this past year than in my entire life combined. I’m afraid to step on the scale.
My two oldest, best friends have retired this month. It might be time to buy a motorcycle and go Easy Rider.