I made banana bread batter yesterday, but didn't have time for its requisite hour and 15 minuted of cooking, so I did the baking this morning. It made a satisfying meal for me (lunch). I haven't been very hungry lately.

Last night's surpise party was pulled off rather well. But as we left the club (early, so that Matthew wouldn't be groggy the next day) I had to admit to him that I would have had more fun if he wasn't there. I have reached the point where I am uncomfortable self-conscious when I am out with him, and rather than delighting in "taking care of him" and his needs, I find the task increasingly daunting and overwhelming.