The Self-Preservation Society

In a gesture of true and sincere affection, I woke up at *six-thirty in the morning* to meet a friend for breakfast at a local diner I've never been to, where we waited for a literal hour hanging out before the cook came in. Please note that we arrived at open. One of the wait staff was there. The cook was not. Turned out the cook had gone to the store to pick up some things and the store was a madhouse because *checks notes* some of their freezers had gone down during the night.

The breakfast was ultimately delicious and I did make it to church in time for 9 AM choir practice, and we did not get rained on for the procession around the block with the bagpiper. (Episcopalians are just Like This, don't question it.) And then friend came to pick me up for the afternoon tea and we made it *there* on time, and I had successfully managed to quick-change into my new dress while we were trickling in for choir practice Round Two. (It is not correct for Easter Sunday, I will melt and die if I wear it under the choir robes, and also I need to get it hemmed.)

The tea was very pleasant and a very good spread of sweets and treats. Fundraiser for a local nonprofit hospice care facility.

And then we went and paid a couple utility bills and then we went home and I put on PAJAMAS and flopped on the couch for a couple hours and then made dinner and am now flopped on the couch again nursing my finger where the parrot bit me for... something. God doesn't know sometimes.