We had a great play date this morning with our friends from Chicago, Betsy and Pippa Croft. The girls disappeared for an hour while Betsy and I chatted away in her beautiful new house. It was a really lovely break from the drama unfolding at home.
The drama involves a friend in need. Abe worked himself into an emotional and mental frenzy over the situation, and I am the heartless one who, as Betsy so aptly put it, sees the situation as an oil-in-the-lamp issue and not a call for good samaritan action. We are still dealing with the problem, but I think things are starting to look hopeful. If we can get to bed before midnight tonight, I think morale will improve around here.