Where did the day(s) go?

Yesterday went by in a blur of sleeping, mostly. The lack of sleep for the better part of a week caught up to me, and I slept for a blissful ten and a half hours. Of course, I'd planned to be up early in order to do my shopping and prep for my monthly cooking day with ai731 , but that was not meant to be. It was 17:00 by the time I awoke, so there was a bit of a mad scramble to get up and dressed and out the door in a reasonable amount of time.

I pulled off the shopping ad prep in pretty good time, overall, though I couldn't find any cilantro for the life of me. Everywhere I went, it was all mislabelled parsley. Sheesh. Still, I was able to get everything else done, and I even left on time this morning, which was a nice accomplishment by my standards. Usually when I have any kind of sleep issues/not enough sleep, it makes it really hard to drag myself out of bed in the morning, which then makes me late for everything.

Cooking Day was, as usual, a resounding success. ai731 had a vet appointment in the afternoon, and we packed it in shortly before 16:00 so I could drive her there. Unfortunately that means she got stuck with a lot of the dishes. :/ Still, the good news is that her doggie is fine, which is the main thing, and I left with a bagful of noms for the rest of the month.  We chatted about fandom and politics, the good, the bad, and the ugly, as is our wont on cooking day. Really, it's one of my favourite days of the month for the conversation alone. :)

I got home without incident and unpacked the food into the freezer. Tonight I'm heading to bed as early as possible, and tomorrow will be spent cleaning the house until about 15:00, when I have signed up for a write-in with a local meet-up group (the same overall group that held the writing "workshop" the Saturday before last). The goal is to get a leg up on my Capricornucopia script this year, maybe not the night before the event. Ahem. I have to say that I'm not really feeling it this year. Last year barely any of my personal friends showed up—it was mostly my friends' friends, and this year is looking to be much the same. If it's gotten to the point where my friends have come to view this as an event they can easily skip, well, why am I doing it? I'm not doing this for my health—I run it so I can spend my birthday celebration with my friends.

I know it's a little unfair to expect any of my friends to come, but I do anyway, and it's been several years in a row that I've had five or fewer of them turn up. It's not that no one turns up, don't get me wrong, but the number of people coming for me and not one of the other organizers (we're four in total) has been dwindling steadily. I keep threatening to stop every year, and then every year I sort of let myself be talked back into it, but at this point I'm not sure it's worth my energy anymore. I could more easily stay home with Netflix and a slice of ice cream cake and not set myself up to be disappointed year in and year out.

It'll be sad to go out with a whimper rather than a bang, but them's the breaks, I guess.