Sixty

 Since the cats voted, they in fact can be on the dining room table, I put a blanket on it.

I really did plan on doing more cleaning and sorting this week. But my brain voted, and it's on break. I've been reading trifles and fluff only, and staying in my pjs past 10AM. 

We got tarts from a very nice little bakery, lemon cream, and an almond cream. So expensive, so worth it.  Shared on with a friend who stopped by after work. She dished the dirt on the current situation of the old OR, and I am beyond relieved that I don't work there anymore. 

Have not gotten called about anything for work from my colleague - so if anything came up, it wasn't so bad she had to text me. Of course, she could handle anything that came up, that was never a worry. I know I've left her some loose ends, because I'm not quite to the point of tying them all up first time. And I was more than willing to answer if anything came up that I'd messed up that badly. So, yeah, very relieved. 

Dim Sum with more friends today, and a long conversation about nothing much. Well, and the situation in Ukraine. I chose to hope. Not because it's objectively accurate, but because it makes it possible to keep going. And we must keep going. 

Seeing the usual Saturday friends tomorrow, as well. We got together last Monday to play Fuse and Crew. And eat. 

It's been a week full of friends, rest, cats, good food and idleness. 

Feeling not bad at all for 60.