a normal date, for once

Dancer came over for dinner last night, bearing delicious Singaporean soup leftovers that I reheated on my stove. I provided the nice, red wine.

She had a hard week taking care of close family* who just had major surgery. That's to cap the hard decade or so that she's had, much of which is traceable to health issues.

I think she really needed someone to talk to; she'd expressed a desire for a non-play date. And yeah, of course I like that kind of thing too. Have I mentioned how much I miss having someone to talk to?

As for her sadness, though, can I deal? I think we're going to find out. One thing I can't do is make it go away any time soon.

I had grand plans to go on a tour of the Georgetown Steam Plant this afternoon, but missing a bus in vile weather on a tight schedule convinced me to go home and take a nap. I'm positive I made the right decision.

I did, however, get the frames of my glasses adjusted so that they don't slide down my nose. I've had them for over five years and the shop that sold them to me is a block from my house. That's what I call eventually getting around to something.



*Her parents died when she was young, so her aunt & uncle loom large in her life.