Wee hour ruminations

There were moments today when I felt discouraged and unloved, but they were brief and shallow and I worked through them. Even if things hadn't worked out in the end more-or-less as I wanted them to, I still would be content with how today went down. There's nothing like being a setting that strongly recalls how I used to be 15 or 20 years ago to bring home to me what a change this is. I would not have managed this so successfully back then.

Also, I got sunburnt. Not badly, though, but enough that when it fades in a day or two I should have a good start on a base tan to my face. And that will really come in handy at the Jersey Shore in two weeks. Two weeks! Guess it's time to figure out what the hell I'll be doing then.

Now a word for our sponsor

My intention today was to flesh out the last semi-cryptic post with a full description of my college reunion-related activities on Saturday, but they got preempted by a coda: an invitation to dinner at the house of an old friend's friend in Lincoln Square. Despite telling the Old Man I wouldn't make a late night of it, I just got back. (Food wasn't served until after 8, so it's not like I'll be able to lie down and go to sleep soon anyway.)

So all that will have to wait. In the meantime, I want to offer a public acknowledgment of monshu's patience and support. Whatever I wanted to do this weekend to reconnect with my old school friends (well, really just one old school friend), his response was, "Go and have fun." Even though it meant dining alone two nights running, even though it meant he was stuck running my bear get-together for me while I raced back from the South Side, even though it means he'll have to deal with me being grumpy and exhausted tomorrow. If I didn't run my mouth off about you every time I got in the chance, hon, you'd be my best-kept secret.