Last night: sitting around with D., V.'s husband and H., V.'s best friend. They were relaxing after a day of doing lists – lists of people not to forget to invite to the service, lists of music, lists of this and that. They are both in rather better shape than they were.
And, fortunately, we were all too savvy to ask the question, How are you doing? – that being the exact invasive demand that has been driving me nuts (and undoubtedly them too).
But it was easy to segue from everyday things – the dumb movie on television with the sound off, the drinks on hand – to carefully constructed discussions of big things: what will D. do now, where will he go?
I drank a hefty slug of the chocolate liqueur that I'd given V. for Christmas. (D. offered me the other chocolate liqueur that V. had given me at the same time – great minds and all that – which I'd had to give back to her as it included cream, and I couldn't drink it.) Which is probably why I'm a big groggy today – not really hung over, well a little bit I guess....
Too many demanding e-mails from too many silly people. I'm finding the Flaky Student thing particularly exasperating these days. Perhaps it's just the hangover.
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