Ice Cream, Anyone?

So I was supposed to be attending a union meeting that was projected to last for two days. I lost my purse on the way in, but someone sent me a message--written in the steam on the windows--that one of my colleagues had it. So I left the meeting and went to visit some friends from high school. Spaghetti was served.

And then . . .

I was carrying my psyche around in a jar, and it was an ice cream sundae. Friends and family were welcome to add to it. My mother poured on pineapple sauce.

And then . . .

I decided to compile a complete history of the land on which my parents built my childhood home. Cool maps were involved.

And then . . .

I fed my pet cardinal.