Wednesday. Walking back from breakfast this morning I was feeling pretty damned good. The step sprightly without thinking about it, inhaling the air all crisp and cold, the sinus-head thing back to where is was before the operation - still feeling less than good, but without being confused by the side effects of the operation - the world feeling new, making me babble on here like an idiot. (Some things never change.) Still, no apologies, maybe I'll come back one day and reading this will cause me to remember a day when the world seemed young and I was toying with thoughts of adventure.
You do go on.
Yes. I do. Lunch later with Ms. R and some of the old crew still at the office, their “end dates” fast approaching, the next group leaving in June, those then remaining in September.
Later. Lunch turned out well. Four of us at a Chinese restaurant we are more than familiar with, a large part of the conversation revolving around raising children, something they three are more familiar with (and struggling with), but everyone chipping in, as I (you understand) am an expert on the subject.
So your 're kidding about it being an excellent lunch? Children?
Some lunches go well, some lunches go badly, some lunches go with the flow. This one went wonderfully well with the flow, don't you know, and I'm feeling pretty good as we head into the afternoon. We'll do more lunches before the office closes starting, it turns out, on Monday.
Later still. So Mr. Gump described giving his student an assignment to photograph a toaster fifty times, each one different. Well, my toaster is my self portrait project (with the little lights) except, for all the portraits I've taken, I've not taken one yet that's different. So maybe today is a day to take a first small step toward completing the assignment. What now? What next, my bucko?