Peripathetic

It's been cool again, so yesterday evening I went for a stroll. This guy I met at Big Tim's block party (let's call him "Loris") met up with me first. We've been meaning to coordinate this for some time, but his work schedule is terrible. They have him working night shift, but not consistently, and he still hasn't really adjusted.

I actually find it unnerving how low-key he is about things. We rendezvoused at a pizza place on Granville so he could get some dinner and they screwed up his order: I kept reassuring him that the reason it was taking so long was that chicken breasts take time to cook, but the server had misheard him and he got served a tuna salad sandwich anyway. He completely took it in stride and didn't even accept the free dessert he was offered.

Despite the fact that he had a sister who attended Loyola, he'd never been on Loyola's campus, so we headed up there. It was nice going with someone else for a change; he noticed details of architecture and landscaping that I never had and prompted me to look up the pronunciation of "Cudahy", among other things. I don't think I've ever seen so many rabbits on campus before. One was standing with an alert posture that made him look like a cat at first, and he let us get within a couple feet of him before he scurried off.

I've been feeling pretty blasé about things myself lately. I hope that's nothing more than a symptom of sleeping badly. I haven't been able to drop off before 11:30 any night this week and last night I woke up around 3 a.m. and struggled to get back to sleep. At least I had some fun crazy dreams, but I'm worried I'll be something of a buzzkill this evening when the GWO and I meet up for dinner and a gallery opening.