By noon today, I'd already heard that three people were not going to make it to writers group, and by late afternoon, another person would add to that number. I know not to take such things personally, but for some reason I do. It made me really sad to think we'd be down a third of our numbers.
Long story short: I love my group! It turned out to be as great of a discussion as always, with everyone offering such kind praise and helpful feedback. I leave every meeting feeling like I want to hug the world.
Also, peripherally, because of writing group today, I felt like I ought to attempt the writing prompt I assigned, so I did. Granted, I wrote it in the two hours before we met, and it wasn't a grand piece or the next great American novel, but it was words on a page. Words on a page is better than no words at all. And every time I do put words on a page, it makes me feel better.