Had a lovely day yesterday. My writers' group (HCW) held their annual Book Awards party, and it was a  roaring success. Many members dressed up in fantastic costumes and awards were given in eight categories. I got one for my third memoir, The Whirligig of Time. Many kind and flattering speeches were made and I felt wonderfully cherished and even  admired -- nothing like it to perk up a threadbare ego. What a great spirit pervades this fellowship -- women and men; old, young and in between; natives and immigrants -- all imbued with a passion to string words together into ideas and feelings to share with each other and the world. Our second and fourth Thursday mornings together are precious to me; they warm my spirit. VIVA HCW!