[Subject line from Matthew Arnold]

Step-dancing has been demoted to the "Not For Now" list, alas - my inner ten-year-old is pouting, but my back currently feels like a jumble of Legos.

Good things, though:

Celebrating Saz's fiftieth birthday! The evening included mint juleps, blue hair dye, and other manifestations of mayhem.

Being able to disregard said mayhem long enough to stretch out on Saz's couch, the better to savor the Hot 8 Brass Band's rendition of "Sexual Healing."

Seeing Saz and Erac and other folks. Never world enough or time (or stamina), but the connections that do materialize, 'sgood.

Very pretty tea at brunch.

My new phone. (The old one had stopped working consistently, but I figure it had been functioning on borrowed time since last fall. (I somehow forgot I had it on me while fly-fishing in the Harpeth.)

Had one of those delicious phrase-suddenly-clicking-into-place-with-glorious-rightness moments during the drive home. (Immediately followed by, "oh, saints, now I have to figure out how to make everything around it work...")

I did not want to work tonight, but I did. And now I am done with what needed doing, and once I finish one last chore, I can go to bed.