With all the agonizing going on, it was a wonder we actually got out of the house and made it to the party. But we did. I’m glad.
We don’t get out nearly enough, though I hope that will gradually change over the next few months. It’s difficult.
I get tired quickly and almost every place we go takes hours of driving. Nothing is local.
It was a lovely, friendly party with good food. A great old house with lots of character on an unusually cool and pleasant July afternoon. No one got drunk and stupid.
Everyone was dressed casually. No one was there to impress anyone else. Which is more unusual than you might think.
And no one was trying to hit us up for money. It’s futile anyway. We don’t have any money.