Tonight I made the dough for cinnamon rolls in my Kitchenaid stand mixer so we can have our gay friends who are parents over for brunch, coffee, and some discussion of the Sunday New York Times while listening to indie music via our iTunes. Some other friends are coming whom we met through the Chinese-immersion school our gifted children Zoë and Violet go to. We will, in all likelihood, discuss the Victorian they renovated in SF before moving to India. And one of my very bestest friends from graduate school is here visiting, yay Antonia! Maybe I should wear the dead-stock, paper-thin 70s T-shirt I got at San Leandro Thrift Town that says "love me" on the front with a heart and "always/all-ways" on the back. I am not even kidding about any of this.