Got my bedroom all ready, but they got their wires crossed and-
Didn't realize we were supposed to spend all day together.
Couldn't spend the night because no one would feed the cat at the place they were house sitting at.
Were experiencing bad sub drop/ dom drop, dread about going back home to Australia, and eh, I think something else was going on, too.
We went out for Thai, went to a local spot where you can see the whole bay area, and then they went home.
I don't think I quiiiite manage to hide the couple tears that slipped out. I didn't want to make them feel worse and drop harder. Felt like I was being way too fragile, but there you go. Spent two days building up to this and then bam.
But they told me that Master and I hadn't done anything wrong. They liked Master a lot (he was worried he'd screwed things up somehow, but he hadn't,) and they are really looking forward to the tea ceremony tomorrow, so there is that.
I have to get myself together for that and not let the sadness creep into the tea. I also have to work a big job tomorrow, and I really ran myself into the ground the past two days, so I need to find the will somewhere to override the pain in my back and joints and get it done.
I decided that I was going to cook that feast anyway. Master, my best friend, and I enjoyed some Chinese style roast duck, dry-cooked green beans with fermented chili paste, eggplant with black bean sauce, and marinated king oyster and portobello mushrooms in a ginger-garlic-soy sauce. 
Did make me feel a bit better.
