Shoulders

Realizing I put in a solid 16 hours yesterday, work and party. Which is to say, I was up WAY past my bedtime. Then only slept five hours. Not hungover, although it could well have occurred. Not entirely sober when we crawled in just before midnight. Which, yes, is about three hours past my usual. Got dishes away this morning (blessed be the dishwasher) and what little else there was to put away. D managed to get back to sleep, I rested, but never drifted off. Instead, I'm hazy and droopy. Not entirely unpleasant, really. We got out to walk a little, which helped.

Cats may have been slightly stressed with all the people, nothing they couldn't cope with after a good hork, though.

We were not expecting people to be as huggy as they were as they left, but that was fine, too. D chalked it up to alcohol. I put more on tired stressed people given a safe place of respite. Bit of both, no doubt.

Warm, windy, all the leaves on the tree out front falling goldenly. By tomorrow, most of them will be down. Eleanor in the open window, when I noticed Moby gingerly stepping down from the sill to the stool behind her. He sat looking out with her for perhaps ten minutes, a companionable moment.