It's amazing how much mature wisdom resembles being too tired.

And this is our time . . . until it passes.

( Unenergetic too-tired almost-angst within. )

Day Day

Went to lunch with linenoise, which involved a lot of stray cellphoning. (And blind leading the blind long-distance, which is even more complicated than doing it straight.) We did eventually manage to find each other and even the restaurant, which was useful of us.

Good food. Somewhat perplexing music.

Went to bookstore afterwards. Highlights thereof: Good Omens filed on a display shelf that otherwise seemed to only contain women's erotica. And Cats: Homeopathic Remedies, which I did not study in sufficient detail to determine whether or not this was intended to be curing cats, or adding single cat hairs to buckets of water for the treatment of others. . . .

Had nap. Had more food. Very muzzy. Something or other.

Thingy!

Addendums: Oh yeah, I forgot. Iteration #1238594 of the stupid jealousy terminology argument currently being given up on in polyamory.

And I just received spam from Jackie Chan. Which is more entertaining than all the spam I've been receiving from Some Bozo, at least.