As time goes by...

Interesting day. Attended the first Sunday brunch since all the medi-weirdness began, and am encouraging someone else to take over organizing them - or at least front for it, and it was quite nice - I'd been up to 3am trying to figure out how to persuade an Eggdrop bot to do an external dns lookup for a friend who still runs an IRC channel, and was rather quiet, but very much enjoyed the ebb and flow of conversation. Visited Dad briefly after.

Rushed home, took a first pass at cleaning the garage out (NOBODY needs a 10year supply of used plastic grocery bags), did some laundry, cursed at the changing thickness of modern mattresses (yes, they are comfortable, but no, the old fitted sheets don't play nicely with them), wrote a nasty letter to the gent in Dusty Flats that's been trying and failing to make payments to rent-to-own my old place down there, and grabbed a few moments to catch my breath.

Then this evening, Miss Sven and I meandered over to a bbq at the home of a friend and his husband in a gentrifying area of Bigger City and had what to my NW palate was a fairly decent bbq (yes, I know, burgers do not equal bbq in many regions, but the NW is until recently the land of the bland, and for burgers, these were *good*) and thence forth to consume Mocha Silk at a decadent chocolate shop.

I'd not seen Delightful Boy in over a decade, and it was rather startling to see him *not* in a mohawk, weighing more than 110lbs soaking wet, and with sideburns and a bit of grey therein. His wit, kindness, gentle humor, and spark (thankfully) have all survived the intervening years, tempered by a wee bit of experience.

He and his partner hope to join the brunch crowd, and I hope they do - both are witty, intelligent, good folk who can carry their end of a conversation well and skewer stupidity and ignorance at a hundred paces.

All in all, a good, if busy, day.