Friday evening

These two cuties were at the train station. The boy had made rabbit ears with lots of glitter for the girl - who I don't think was his sister. He was too smitten by her for her to be his sister.

Down on the platform, I waited by these two trader types.




Trousers and blue shirts and fleece vests. It's a look one sees a lot on my train. These guys were talking cars and golf and that's just the kind of conversation that makes me happy to have my headphones.

I commuted with my sweet K this week...



and different combinations of sons.

Oldest and Middle are away this weekend. Not together.
One of Middle's buddies is having a baby in a couple of weeks.
I wasn't sure how I felt about that, when he told me.
There's only one way to feel about that, Mom, Middle said with authority.
You just be happy for them. It's all you can be. Happy.
And, I suppose, Middle is absolutely right.

This guy



had a great backpack, as did this lady -




His was a Coach, but a men's Coach. Great looking.
Hers was a Tumi. Gorgeous.
She was a very buttoned-up lawyer (I read her paperwork, backwards in the reflection of the window) and made some terse phone calls with a pursey-lip face.



On Tuesday evening, I went, I think for the first time in nearly two years, to a charity dinner with my co-workers. We had lots of fun and dressed up and had great hors d'oeuvres which was good because the dinner was pretty terrible. That's my friend J with a glass of sparkling rosé which I point out because she is pregnant and I was just a little thrilled that she let herself have that little glass of sparkling rosé since pregnancies are so damn precious nowadays.

I went to my first PT session at a new place. My beloved PT lady will be working there in a few weeks so I got started with another staff member.
What a difference! It's very quiet and the therapist only works on one person at a time and works on me for 30 minutes. AND I LIE DOWN FOR IT.
I was always envious of those who are massaged and stretched whilst reclining and now I am one of those people. So, it's back to regular PT and exercises for me. The only part I don't like is massaging my scar. I mean, I am much more comfortable doing it without feeling the plate and screws in my wrist but, for some reason, for a thousand reasons, I am very uncomfortable touching it...and it is something I have to get over.

Yesterday, Middle shot the auto show for his Ferrari guy. Aside from seeing and visiting with all the car guys Middle has ever shot for and with, I had noticed that one particular guy, who he knows and has worked with, was also at the show. The truth of it is: I have a wee crush on this guy. He's fascinating to me.
AND he wears a scarf all the time. So I text Middle, and half joking, I say: if you see him, tell him I said hello. So Middle says:




Sadly, he did not tell the guy I said hello. You know, I guess because that would be embarrassing or something.
WHATEVER.



London is calling me, people.
I'm busy thinking about what to wear and I have some very nice dinner plans.