That time of the month

I've decided not to do anything special to promote tonight's pre-Bear Night gathering. Last month, I created a Facebook Event and the response was a bit too much; it's just supposed to be an informal get-together, not a full-on booze-up. So far, I've got about half a dozen confirmed guests, which is pretty ideal. Nuphy's making it up for a change, which means tidying up the spare room for his use since he doesn't want to make the long trip back to University Village in the wee hours.

Fortunately, I'm feeling a lot more up to a gathering than I was last night. I felt so dreadful, in fact, that I left work early and collapsed on the settee when I got in. My hero monshu roused me a bit later when he arrived with the pseudoephedrine that I wasn't allowed to buy that morning. (Three attempts to run my ID all mysteriously failed. Must be all that meth my brother is cooking up.) Whether that was what made the difference, I feel loads better today. (Sleeping for ten hours probably did me no harm either.) But we've got a dinner to get through still, so I would be wise to conserve my forces.

So it remains to be seen whether I will actually put in an appearance at Touché or not. I figure Coleman and Nuphy will lead the charge regardless, so if I need to I can slink back down to the coolness of the man cave. So far, we've resisted turning on the central air, but this may be the afternoon that melts monshu's resistance. At least the fearsome humidity of high summer seems to have held off. I was actually missing it yesterday, when I dressed for dog-day weather and found myself shivering in the Lake breeze.