Twa Wimmin and an Old Man

I calmly fan my tea.  A preternatural tranquility, for l am in the slippery hiatus twixt the high energy events of CMC's birthday (past) and her wedding anniversary (pending).  The years have skimmed past since l glided doon the aisle, a symphony of white.  The soul searching trek.  A momentary crystal silence.  'I do'.  I am all of a quiver. Meantime,  across in Hoy for a diamond wedding celebration in the Kirk.  We have a way to go yet.