I consider it the wildest of all possible successes if, in the course of entertaining (or at least welcoming) impromptu guests, I am able to successfully cordon off those parts of the house that smell like… feet.

(Also: @KuraFire and his traveling companion @teacup are as delightful guests as you’d imagine they’d be.)

(Also, okay yeah, I got into the wine but ALL THE SAME, I AM ONLY EXPRESSING ENTIRELY SINCERE THOUGHTS, HERE… NO NEED TO BE CYNICAL.)

(And also, I shall take leave of all your lovely Twitters and Tumblrs now, to return to the literal fire outside, with lovely guests and the kids off at their respective sleepovers, a genuinely peaceful night - a wonderful night - and I wish somehow that I could share its essence with all of you.)

(And that ain’t just the wine talking. Trust me on this, sweetlings.) (WTF? I just called you “sweetlings.” Okay maybe it is the wine talking just a little bit.)

(I really do abuse the parentheses, don’t I?)