Hey, you know what? Something like half of what I think at any given formal event is inappropriate. You know what else? That ratio does not improve when I know very well that one of the major participants in that event (say -- just to take a random example -- the groom at a wedding) would laugh some extremity off if I actually said those things.
Sometimes it's very good to be friends with grown-ups, the people who can say those things to you but know when and when not.
markgritter and the pup and I are home safe and sound and worn to a nubbin. I swear they put some parts of Wisconsin on a loop and made us drive them more than once today. And I get to get up at oh-dark-thirty to take markgritter to the airport. Oh yay. Since timprov is not up now, I have hopes that he will be when I get back from the airport, and that we are both steady enough on our feet to make a Perkins run. A quiet morning at home would do in a pinch, but this sort of thing is what Perkins is for.
More tomorrow, I hope.