Ista and I went to a puppy party this afternoon, and it was lovely. There was running! And then more running! And butt-sniffing! And then running! In the car on the way home, she was all the happy in the world. And she doesn't even know she gets to go to her grandmonkeys' tonight while we're out for supper. One sincerely hopes she doesn't explode from all the happy.
I am really sick of being slightly hoarse and having to conserve my voice, though. Boooo-ring! Let's do something else, okay?