Cake kibitz
Another less than salutary work-week, capped by another evening technically not really on call but still utterly unwilling to drop everything and walk away. But even as events unfold, there is no reason not to find friends and pay respects and hoist a glass and simply be as present as one can.
Sometimes, like tonight, there are hugs and introductions. Sometimes there is a small pug dog pinballing off shins and slobbering onto shoelaces. Sometimes there is cake and nicing it up and slicing it up, kibitizing and kissing and conversation. All good and necessary things on any day, especially other people’s birthdays.
