Thursday evening was a bit of a slap in the face. I feel, in the end, that it was probably needed. You can delude yourself only so long.
Thanks to stopping in, I went home in a fairly foul temper, and once again, as happens with Millie, that got pushed to the back until it was gone.
The real world poked back in, but I took Friday back, spent a regrettably nice evening with friends despite some absences, and then, very, very early Saturday morning, left to get some more perspective, You really can't have enough of that.
Harp, thanks for cat-sitting, and I will keep phoning in to check. Tell Stabler the dessert-eating competition is not over - there will be a rematch.
Abbie, thanks for grouch-sitting. We'll call.
As for work - Nick and Kaye, I have the cell and the computer. As soon as that info from last week finshes processing, we're ready to move, but if anything springs up, you can reach me. Caro's out, and she and I have spoken privately about how to carry on.