A good night – about to get better

Had a very pleasant evening with a bunch of friends tonight. Ate good food, talked about old memories and shared stories that we had somehow never told each other before.

Good times.

Now I’m home – my spouse stayed behind to catch up some more, while I came home to rest. We’ve been driving separate cars to common events for some time now, because there are times when I . Just . Run . Out . Of . Steam.

Tonight is one of those nights. While everyone was still going strong, I said my good-byes and ducked out. Got a few miles down the road before I realized that I’d forgotten something, turned around and went back, chatted a bit more, then finally made it home.

I had a really nice ride home. The night was clear and cold, and for some reason tonight just looked so beautiful. Maybe it’s all the Christmas lights. Maybe it’s because I don’t have to go to work for another week and a half. Maybe it’s because I gave myself time to get going, so I don’t have to bump up against the rough edge of my limits later on. For whatever reason, it was a beautiful drive, and I took my time coming home.

Now I’m having some hot lemon water to help with my cough, and I’m winding down … getting ready to hit the hay. This is good – much better than being crazy rushed and forcing myself to hang around and be the life of the party. I really like my friends. I also like getting a good night’s sleep.

The wind is up tonight. It sounds like a wild animal prowling around the house.That’s fine. It can prowl. I’m taking a shower and going to bed.

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