In Which Kat Doesn't Tell You What Happened Saturday

Well. Here we are. Or rather, here I am. Goddess, but it's strange to write a blog that I know Ben can't read. (He's in Joshua Tree with the ninth grade, you see.) Yes, I'm a bit moody about Ben not being around to email and have strange conversations with, and I keep expecting to glance out the window and see him with his backpack, running down the walk. And thus did the following scene transpire, totally in my head, yesterday night.

Kat: We should post about Saturday's happenings.

Ely: Noo. . .

Erika: She's right, we shouldn't.

Kat: How can I think we should if you two both don't?

Erika and Ely: Don't ask us.

Ely: Reminds me.

Erika: What?

Ely: That, well, we won't be seeing much of a certain Nadir-like figure for a while. . .posting about Saturday -

Erika: Reminds her that she misses him. And me, coincidentally.

Kat: Why are you agreeing so much lately?

Ely: 'Cos I'm agreeable!

Erika: I don't know.

Kat: If the guys were here you'd all be saner.

Max, Gabe, David, Ben, Brossy, Julian: (Stubbornly refuse to be present.)

Kat: Oh well. I suppose it's a good thing that you all don't live in my head.

Well, I suppose I should post the barest bones of Saturday's happenings.

But I won't.

Not yet! Stay tuned!

I remain, gentlemen, your faithful and obedient servant,

J.G.