Another day was passed at home, doing all the things I so actively avoided before this project began.
It was a lovely day - another day spent reacquainting myself to just being here, in my house, by myself. I could make a list of my accomplishments today, but I'm beginning to understand that's really not the point of this zany thing called Life.
Making a list of the stuff we get done. Highly overrated. Some things need to be kept to one's self.
Ah, the sacrifices we make....
And what a sacrifice. Hanging out with my friend Pammy on a beautiful evening, in her bucolic back yard.
Pammy and I chat well.
So of course, that's what we did. Never enough Pammy time.
We talked about everything.
Like Fight Club, the first rule of a fruitful chat-fest with a good friend is to not talk about what you talked about.
Long story short: Pammy's the best. She's on my short list.
My evening proves that good times are free, and they're everywhere.
Some things are best when they're not shared.