Well, That Was Nice

"That" being an invitation to lunch and wedding-present viewing at SiL's parents' place. A lovely meal, lovely weather, and more butterflies in one place than I've ever seen before. I missed most of the Hungarian Grand Prix (watching the highlights as I type), but I can't rightly complain. No writing got done, but my batteries are certainly recharged to a decent extent, so I should be able to make some in-roads into the next Darkhawk story - unless The System manage to screw me around again, and they have two opportunities this week, on Monday and Tuesday...

I already know the Grand Prix result, but I want to see how it happens before I celebrate.