I spent a couple hours this morning doing the final cleaning for the party, vacuuming, mopping, and making sure the kitchen isn't disgusting. And now the caterers are here. It's weird having someone totally busily taking over my kitchen, while I, having done my part, try mostly to stay out of the way.
Other than cleaning the house and such, I have no real responsibility for what happens about the party, so I'm feeling sort of detached. They ask me questions and if it's not about the house, I sort of shrug.
And now it's time to take the computer out of the sunroom and put it where nothing will spill on it.