Standing in the kitchen for days, going up and down stairs not climbed for years, going to bed late (and getting up in the night with Bessie). I was tired and suffering from post-holiday letdown. That's the only excuse I have for committing a huge social gaffe last night. I completely forgot that it was Judy's Tenth-Year cancer-free party. I was already in my nightshirt and just waiting for eight o'clock so I could go to bed when she called. Even then it didn't click in and it wasn't until she asked where I was that I got that sinking feeling of realization and was overcome with embarrassment. It was the best reason for a celebration and certainly not a party I would have missed for my friend. I hang my head in abject shame for such a blunder.
I think Bess was as tired as I. We both went to bed early and slept through the night. Now I'm up, and she's snoring behind me on the bed.