Almost one week later. That is a good thing. And, I think, a very telling thing. I smiled when I remembered. Not becuase I remembered, but because I forgot.
Tonight is an easy one.
Last night was a hard one. I don't know why it's different. I shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth, I guess. But I left work at six, as I am prone to do nowadays, having accomplished all I could for the day and leaving enough left undone to occupy my morning without neglecting anything. We sat out on the porch, three Advertising Girls and I, and drank our a glass of wine before heading home.