Top of the morning, I realize we don’t have any milk for coffee so I go downstairs to Mrs. Kravitz’s to see if she has any.

"I’m all out," she said. "But I’m going to the Met and will pick some up for you."

That sounded great but I needed some milk fast. So I took my tall glass to our neighbors on 2 and they filled it up with 1% milk. Their apartment smelled deliciously of home fries.

Borrowing milk: That’s one of the great things about apartment buildings…

Hepcat made the coffee too strong as he often does, using that killer Bustello Expresso for some really deep, dark coffee.

It needed a lot of milk.

Mrs. Kravitz came up to deliver the milk and I poured her a cup of coffee and we launched into a long discussion of middle school because her daughter is in 5th grade and embarking on that transition.

Then it was time to meet Diaper Diva and Ducky at PS 321 for the Craft Fair.

It was strange and fun to be in the school again since I am no longer a parent there. I kept having these PTA guilt pangs because I wasn’t helping out at the food or craft areas.

Phantom guilt.

Then I remembered that I wasn’t a member of the PTA anymore and it would be inappropriate for me to help out.

That meant I could browse the many tables of jewelry, knitwear, sock monkeys, artwork, bags and more guilt-free.

It was great to see old mom friends: faces I haven’t seen in a while. I can’t imagine ever feeling like a stranger inside that school.

My sister’s daughter will start there next year. So I will be connected with the school for another six years.

That’s a nice thought.