I leaned on a friendly and conveniently seated usher to get up to podium to do my reading, which went fine except that I had to read directly facing the happy couple. Which meant that dlandon and I nearly made each other cry and were doing the "don't look at her, don't look at her" faces at each other. I should have taught her my friend Jen's little-bunny-foo-foo trick so we could be making the "don't look at her, don't look at her" faces so as not to crack each other up completely instead. Hindsight.
Also, I have the power of greyshawl! Er. Which sheds to the point where Pat WINOLJ thought I might have a cat. On the blue silk dress, no shedding. But on the black wool coat, the black purse, and nearly everything else it might come in contact with, oh my yes.
I am now really, really, really tired*, and I still have to do another PT session and make myself eat something (but it doesn't have to be a full dinner, what with tea snackies in the afternoon). So that's what here. But it's a happy tired.