News is, though, I've gotten better at it.
And I know why I don't like to notice it. I know what hurts about it. I know why I'd rather go along with it.
I am very happy with a two-way street between me and my associate. A free-flowing two-way street. It may be helping me see what isn't a free-flowing two-way street.
Went to a housewarming party today and to a bon voyage night of drinks last night. It's been a social weekend, and will continue to be so tomorrow, Sunday. The crazy list of tasks/chores/mini-projects I've put off and was planning to get to during this time, with the break from a particular socializing, ain't gonna get even the majority of its items crossed off. But I don't care.
And tonight I'm maybe going to bed at a decent hour.
Yeah, I said decent hour. It happens when you've been on the planet for half a century. You start using moralistic language. Apparently.