I managed to have dinner with friends, Thursday, despite my usual total social anxiety -the anxiety was there, but I ignored it long enough to have a really lovely time and drink wayyy too much wine.
I was considering cancelling right up until 6:15, when it would have been overtly rude, since they were coming at 7:00.
I did something I never do- I had no dinner prepared and wound up serving the most shameful mish mash of things I found in the cupboard, and only felt mildly guilty for it.
I also left dishes in the sink and chatted rather than washing them.
I am calling it Progress.