Local weekend. Visiting friends, exploring new restaurants, shopping, laundry, cleaning, trying not to brood over a possible mistake. (And I'd be quite happy if this medley of "What Are Words For?" and "No More Words" would kindly shut off in the back of my head, thank you very fucking much.)

Redbird is coming over. I have ginger and key lime cookies, and milk for tea (no light cream available around here, she said grumpily), and juice and seltzer. And a couch to sit on, that's not covered with books! Yay! I feel competent.