Laugh and relax...

...is exactly what we didn't do. Yesterday turned into a mighty pig of a day, and culminated, before the party, in the zip of my dress breaking. By the time we made it to the party, I was in a state of hyper sociability, and ran around saying hello and firing off questions to anyone within a 30 foot radius; we talked, we danced, the mania in my blood cooled down, and I started watching and listening.

Many are beginning their Happy Ever After.

( Friends )

We drove home last night. I had enjoyed the evening, but it was good to come back. My poor larians had spent the whole day driving us around, and is even now fast asleep. Tonight, more chums come and the moon is full, and I am thinking how, in essentials, friendship grows. I am about to misquote Ezra Pound horribly, because I can't find my copy of his cathay poems.


'I call in the boy,
Have him sit on his knees to write and seal this,
And I send it a thousand miles, thinking.'
-Exile's Letter

* hoping you get well soon, dear duke.