Lost my head.

Sorry I didn't get anything written yesterday. Was up to the city very early and didn't get back until past midnight. Little M and I had fun shopping while his Mama got her hair done. He was perfectly behaved and only cried when I took his bottle away. He's just too cute for custard. We had lunch with Mr. Urbane. I think I said ten words, half of which were in defense of myself or Grandma. I do appreciate that Mrs. WC is a no-punches-held kind of gal, but sometimes I wish her punches were a little lighter. After lunch I went shopping, and met up with the formerly 12th St. Gang. Uncle Vet was in town, so we all had a nice dinner together. Thank goodness for my friends...I would be lost without them. Afterward I met with a nice young gentleman who talked my ear off for three hours. I nearly caused a bad wreck on my way out of the city. I really must get settled there if I continue to socialize there.

Today was up early feeding the baby etc. We were supposed to have lunch with Mrs. Canadian, but weariness and fussy baby kept us from it. I felt bad. I really HATE feeling like I'm flaking out on people. I managed to work myself into a funk, and sunk myself even deeper when I went to the mall, and couldn't find a nice off-white skirt. Came back and lazed around.

I've misplaced the camera, so there are no photos. Too bad because there were some nice ones in the city, including one of a Christmas tree lot in the fog.