Friday evening was bess and Caera's party, which I'd sort of hoped to get to, but msmemory and I were out for a celebratory dinner. (I'd promised her sushi as soon as I got a new job, so we went and proved that it is indeed possible to eat too much sushi.) And I was starting to come down with a cold Friday, so I was utterly wasted by the time we were done with dinner, so going up to Chelmsford wasn't an option.
Saturday was Jon and its_just_me's party, which I'd also hoped to get to. But it was at the same time as the birthday party for Baroness 'Speth down in Bridge, and given that she's one of our oldest friends and is in our household and it was her 50th, that was clearly the higher priority. Had to punt out of there by 8:30, so we could get home before the by-now-raging-head-cold laid me flat.
And today is the birthday party for Gwydden, my original (and now long since dropped-out) apprentice. I'm going to get to this one, although putting a bunch of extra effort into not coughing on anyone.
Surely this can't be real life. This level of coincidence of timing belongs in a bad comic book...
Whine, bitch, moan, *cough*...
"I'm your all-wise cosmic-type mentor! You can't send me to my room!" -- Kent Nelson