That's more like it

This is the first Monday in about 5 months that G and I woke up together and one of us isn't getting on a plane to leave today.  Does that sentence even make sense?  I haven't had my coffee yet.  G has already hit the road so it doesn't feel weird yet - it will feel weird when we both get home tonight and stare at each other like, "Hey...what are you doing here?"

Meanwhile Orca is basking in it because she gets loved on twice as much every day.

I'm reading one of the best books I've read in a long time and expect to finish it tonight.  A review is on its way!

So last night I went to a Supper Club.  Have you heard of this?  I was invited by a new friend, but apparently invitations aren't all that common because the groups are supposed to stay small and somewhat intimate.  (The introverts just perked up.)  Also, the Club is not supposed to be made up of friends inviting other good friends; the intent is to comprise it of acquaintances who then get to know each other better over the year.

The Club meets once a month at a different member's house for a night of dinner and drinks.  Last night, we planned the entire year and all the themes and assigned each night to a member - it's a Type A's dream! Next month is Fondue Night at my place!

Happy Monday!

*yeah, right