(there was NO plan.)
Hearing your words quoted back at you somewhere between lunch and dinner (And why is there a brunch and no linner? Where have I heard this question asked before?) is still a funny thing. There’s just no defense.
You (not you, the reader, unless YOU’RE reading this) are the being for whom I count to make invisible the unavoidable blemishes of my soul. (A Dali reference, yeh) And I think that captures most of this afternoon. And there’s always room for growth, and trying to outdo myself all the time, and the thought that whatever it is I have to say, I would have to put into simple words. (Emotions are poorly served by the inadequacies of the written word (or my inability to put these words together anyway).)
I call it the best day in recent months. (P.S. I had a blast!)
(comic from xkcd)
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