Tired

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.

Coming back up from putting the goats to bed last night, I was struck by the phenomenal glow around the rising full moon.  The night before, on my many excursions out with Bessie Anne, the moon was so bright that I didn't need to click on my lighted cap to see my way around the drive.  The moonlight washed out the stars.

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.