From A to Z

So last night I hung out with the_axel and a bunch of his friends from England who are here for a couple of days. They are loud, obstreperous and really, really cool.

And they can drink like bastards. Bloody hell, my head.

As a result of the advance case of the pasties I didn't get nearly as much accomplished today as I normally do. Although to be honest, that's also in part because I am just plain tired. I don't have my normal stamina back yet.

( the usual list )

bcholmes has been pretty busy lately, but I got to meet up with her for dinner, which was nice, since I won't be seeing her for the two weeks I'm gone. We got caught up what we are doing and what progress has been made on the house and on ap10 stuff. I ate prodigous amounts of Thai food -- my appetite since the surgery has been just unbelieveable. And since I can't exercise, I'm developing a markedly spheroid profile.

Anyway, we talked about the little explosion I went through last week and voicing it to her made me realize that in the larger scheme of things the whole incident had been a positive thing. If there has been no move towards resolution after all this time, there never will be.

I don't know how many times I had to hear, "I don't care" before it finally sank in.

One last time, I guess.

And that is closure, of a sort.