I was talking to my sister last night. She's enduring a perfect storm of unfortunate circumstances, precipitated, as it were, by a perfect storm of weather. I told her that she should come up here because next month on her birthday, our house will have been in our family for fifty years. "We could have a little party," I said.
"We could have a big party," she said.
We could, I guess, if I had (m)any friends.
Anyway, you, at least, are invited.