Also known as my wedding anniversary. We’re not much on big celebrations. We’re hanging out enjoying each other’s company and the weather and drinking a lot of tea. Mostly because we drank a lot of not-tea last night (beer, whisky, whisky, beer) at a Halloween Party. Once in a while, every few months at most now, I’ll purposefully over do it just to remind myself why it’s called “intoxication.” I’m not so much hungover as “hung near the edge,” so it’s not entirely unpleasant. It’s a bit like nursing a minor cold—an excuse to move slowly and demand little of myself.

No plans for the evening, no plans for tomorrow.