I didn't cry the whole day, and only came close twice.
I almost got a nap.
I had some really friendly apple cider.
Hoppie's family was very happy and low-key. I didn't talk much at Hoppie's mother's cousin's place, and I didn't circulate as much as usual, but Dawn told me how much she loves spending time with me so I probably wasn't a completely antisocial ogre (although I was probably close.)
So it was good.
Oh, and we all universally agreed that the candle hoppie and I got Betsy was unquestionably the foulest smelling candle in the history of candlemaking.
Pictures are up.