Sorry, Toots, your team didn't make it. Oh well - Boston is still a great town
During half time at polo everyone converges on the field and they pass out ice cream and champagne (and the symbolic divot stomp). I was talking to a group of girlfriends and one of them handed me a glass of champagne. I took it and held it and didn't think one thing about it. I didn't decline it as we were going to toast and since it wasn't a big deal, I didn't want to make it a big deal.
So that's that --- that sort of thing would have sent me into a tail spin last season. This year, not so much. Living in the present, Gilmer, and not looking back to the past -- love it.
Marcher, glad you are on the mend! I'm with you and North, how the heck did we manage feeling so awful all the time?