Friday. Breakfast at the usual place followed by a get together with a dissolute crew around two at 19th Street Station to celebrate Mr. K's and Mr. H's last day at the company, Mr. K to retire after some ungodly number of years on the job, Mr. H to join the unemployed well buffered by the current two weeks for every year worked “package”. Mr. H will have no trouble finding other employment. Mr. K, I suspect, will adjust to retirement. On that you'll have to trust my judgement.
I bailed on the group around five and caught the bus back home, the remaining crew heading on to further adventures in Jack London Square. I would have liked to say hello to Ms. M, but we finished at 19th Street with a shot of brandy after a number of glasses of Guinness and staggering on to The Fat Lady and The Last Chance Saloon seemed, well, a stretch of the imagination this Friday afternoon before the first weekend in October.