There must be meatballs

I packed a lunch last Friday, then left it at home. Happily, I left it in the refrigerator and it kept perfectly. I went to a restaraunt more than a week ago, and the nice waitron gave me a big vat of the salad dressing I love. It's honey-grapefruit vinaigrette. She said it keeps forever, so I'm seeing how long I can stretch it out.

Once again, the weekend came and went in a blur. I finished putting away everything in the office, and now there's only the mess of a guest room. I'll probably end up stuffing boxes in closets in preparation for next weekend's big shindig.

Made calls for big shindig. Sounds like some people will be out of town, but lots will be coming. I managed to track down my long-lost (well, since January) friends Dave and Page, who just moved back to town--like, five days ago. God bless 411-directory listings. Also, I made the important decision that there must be meatballs at my party.