Too tired for words

Or at least words that make sense. Last night, the entire group worked in our booth at Conclave for a few hours, then headed out to dinner. It was after 8 p.m.; we were hungry and tired; we may or may not have been making much sense.

And everything, my friends, became funny.

Off-handed comments. Misspoken phrases. Unfortunate pauses. There was singing, apologies, laughing eyes, and most importantly, laughter. We were the only people in the restaurant and we sat around our table laughing, joking, and generally enjoying ourselves. I laughed until my my sides hurt—and then laughed some more.

It felt good to laugh like that. It’s been awhile with all of the things that have been hanging over me lately.

But now, it’s time for breakfast. Have a good day, readers. Enjoy your Friday and bundle up! It might snow!