Allow me a few minutes of self pity.
This would have been the day we left for our fall quilt retreat and we aren't going. We aren't doing much of anything organized and collectively this year, some things I took in stride and didn't go on about. In the grand scheme of life right now the people I personally know have been lucky with the effects of this pandemic. There are millions who have lost their jobs, their lives, their way of life. I have merely been inconvenienced and so very, very lucky and have no room to complain. The clock is still ticking and that may change, but while PH and I have done a few things this summer, we were always careful and diligent, and so, lucky.
Losing this quilt retreat weekend hurts. Our group is spread out and even though some of us email or text or follow each other on Instagram, it's not the same as five days together truly catching up.
Happy hour is on the porch, enjoying the view, the wine, the company, the peace of the place.