Spent last night eating and drinking with the girls. I think we dirtied every dish in the house. I even got to use all my platters and serving ware. It was grand drinking out of all the fancy martini and margarita glasses. We talked about all sorts of things and even managed not to slap one anothers hands playing card games. We even briefly talked about the shuttle explosion. There really wasn't much to say other than how sad it was. With war around the corner it was sad, but not as overwhelming as it could have been. We tried to get the flags at the office lowered yesterday, but couldn't get ahold of the person with the keys. Frustrating.