I told myself I would stay out no later than 2. Sure enough, here I am stumblin' in at exactly too late! Hung out with Lynn again, tonight. I am really gonna miss my late-night/after-hours confabulatory buddy when she goes back to Florida. It's nice having a closing time, kindred spirit who also isn't quite done solving the world's problems just 'cause it's last call. If she didn't live a freakin' thousand miles away, I might even be inclined to try to call dibs on a good bit of her free time, but it is what it is. Fascinating gal!
Anomalies. That word comes back to haunt me yet again. Why must they be so preciously few and so very far between? Sometimes, I feel like I'm at the intersection of The Road Not Taken and The Path Less Traveled.
"Late Night Grande Hotel", Nanci Griffith.
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