I love waking up the morning after a party and perusing the apartment for the "littles" left behind. I like the sprinkles crushed on the ground like bright blue confetti sized for mice. I love the empty glasses, proof of the crowd, the sweets no one could finish, although so, so many were consumed. I love the way the rooms feel quieter than they ever have before.
The reading went swimmingly, and it was so lovely to share the podium with such thoughtful, inspired talent. We wrapped up the evening pouring red wine and sparkling white wine cocktails dotted with thin wheels of blood orange. We snacked on cupcakes and bowls of nuts spiced with garam masala, muscavado suagar, cayenne, and fresh rosemary. There was laughing and chatting, and I think I smiled more than I have in weeks. It was the perfect way to round out the month, and as this is my last promised post of the month, I like to think of it as a little celebration - of the reading, yes, but of this small triumph of my own, here, posting even when I wanted not to; posting when the lure of excuses was almost enough to suck me in to its grips. Soon I will post a piece about this month of daily blogs, but for tonight, I'll rest and prepare.