Not Too Bad

Tonight we had my Gran, mom and one of my aunts over for dinner. It was lovely and fun and funny, which really adds up to almost perfect, in my book. But as they were leaving Gran lost her balance and fell, luckily on her posterior, more luckily on the soft grass. Scary. Very scary. She insisted she was fine, that she's glad she had a fat butt and not to worry. When I called to check on her a few minutes later, she was laughing at my fretting as my mom insisted that all was well and Gran was sittin on a heating pad. Whew!

Now it is quiet and dark, here in our bedroom, as my man sleeps with his cat nestled up closely and I wind down for rest.

Almost perfect.