An evening of event(ful) organization. Not for an event in the immediate future, but a future a few more fervored months off.
The gray of my nails does not imply a pallor in my mood; a weekend of marital solitude amongst friends brought both peace and chaos. Friday flings with films I'd yet to witness. Saturday singing every song my former teenage heart could muster. Shunday shopping and brunches and mysteries (somewhat) solved with the loved ones - the ladies, the gentlemen, my husband.
And remember, tonight, event planning. I do plan a lot these days. I imagine it's an activity I won't ever get the pleasure of ignoring.