For the past four days my partner and I have done much socializing. I am social for a period of 4 days each year.  It culminated last night at an opening at On Main, followed by an invitation to go to a burlesque show. I had to take my leave sadly, since I’d likely have enjoyed the burlesque, but encouraged the disappointed males to carry on, while I went home to my book Cabbagetown. I needed to read my book more than remain on the tear.

Today I had a long and fruitful chat to a friend about, amongst other things, work. We talked about some of the things burning a hole in my brain of late, As she listened, I realized there’s something about knowing someone a long time that provides an ease, interest and an understanding that’s an unmitigated blessed comfort. It’s another blessing of growing older, you know people even longer.