At 7.15 or so the Barrie contingent of Writers group came into our home bearing a plate of coconut cake. As Julie (far right) said, they always arrive fashionably early.
One by one, more writers arrived, until the big back room with the soft, golden leather couch and chair and five wing backed chairs was filled with eight guests who all arrived on the right day.
I had so convinced myself yesterday that it was already Tuesday, that when an email arrived from Tracy saying that she wouldn't be able to make the meeting tomorrow, I saw that it was dated Monday, and thought, "Wow, that email took a long time to get here." This is a great example of how we try to make sense of information that does not agree with our reality--we conform it to our unreality! :)
So tonight, laughter, animated conversation and people filled our house, just as they were supposed to. All was well, everyone was where they were supposed to be and when, and I am back in sync with the rest of the world!