Summer Friday

We had a great time with dear friends on the roof last night, dining of all manner of summer salads. It was too hot to cook, and at least two of us are trying to reduce our girth, hence the green leafy fare. It was all as delicious as the company. I did break down and have some delectable mini palmiers at the end, which I am trying not to regret this morning because, if you're going to indulge, well, enjoy it for Pete's sake. Thanks for the treat, Pete!

I love these people, my fellow travelers. We started out on this journey together when our children were preschoolers. Now we ask whether our kids are liking their jobs, and wonder if they're partying too much, and discuss pros and cons of one son going for a deal on an electric car, and hear the latest updates on the wedding plans for a daughter who's getting hitched early next year. Of course, we also talked about Spicey finally quitting the White House, and about health care reform, laws governing presidential pardons, and the real true Handmaiden's Tale horror of a possible Pence presidency. And then we exhaled at the extravagant sunset, turned our faces into the humid summer breeze, and talked about movies instead.