Linda has a class party this weekend. I’m using ‘party’ here because if I use the proper, more descriptive word ‘re-nion’ (if I drop only one letter, the post works), I get a permissions error from Apache (probably actually something Wordpress is doing) when I post the entry. What up with that?

Anyway, Ms. Hubbard had previously expressed no desire to attend this affair. Then friend Alice Carrott flew in from Kansas City, Michael Rosenberg from Raleigh-Durham and (local) Barb Slaton got hooked in. Suddenly it’s party time around here.

So, this morning I rose a bit early for a Saturday, walked Cassie for the first time in 3 weeks (making double the walking distance I did yesterday, short as that was) before watering the garden. Then I prepped and cooked breakfast for 7: mimosas, blueberry pancakes and cooked-to-order omelettes (all turned out on the mighty Dacor range’s griddle plate, which I don’t often have an opportunity to use). Came out pretty well, IMHO. I was pretty tired by the end of breakfast, but happy to be having a life again…

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