Subject to Change Without Warning

Last night, I felt a little unhappy. I stubbed my feelings on a friend--not that she intended it, but I felt it. And I'd spent maybe 12 hours trying to figure out the computer mess. And I was alone. And. And. And. Yet I told Myself that who knows how quickly my feelings might change, I could not even guess at what might happen to change them, life bes like that sometimes.

Today, a big manly friend came to my aid with the computer problem. Though I had solved the virus, I had not managed to rid my life of its effects, and my friend did so. I am grateful, and grateful for his good nature in so doing.

Then I received an unexpected email from a kindly stranger who requested some of my writing in order to consider reprinting said writing, which means--if it happens--unexpected money. Which would be wonderful, as one of my worries was that I had spent all day yesterday not earning money.

And then I took Myself out to dinner tonight. We went to Lucille's and ate in the bar, and our server, Kim, was so attentive and welcoming that we considered spending the rest of the evening there. While we waited for our dinner, we read a terrific book, Black Noir, which Chicago C. had sent to us. Not what we usually read, but the writing is so good.

(Unfortunately, we did happen to overhear the conversation of three middle-aged men who were also dining in the bar. One regaled the other two with a charming story about how he'd met a woman in a bar, and she'd asked if he could sing, so he launched into a rendition of a song he insists was called "Let's Get Drunk and Screw." It got worse than that. I was seated very near to them, so they must have known I could hear everything they said. I think it gave them an extra little thrill to be extra disgusting, as they spoke loudly and self-consciously, and kept looking around to see if anyone was looking at them. I did not look at them, nor did I allow my face to betray my feelings. I am a rock. I am an i-i-i-i-i-i-island.)

Then we walked around with a cup of tea and looked in shop windows and bought a corkscrew and thought about how nice it was to walk around at night in the warm summer air.

Also, we met a big handsome man, but when he asked for our business card, we thought he literally wanted our business card, and we truthfully said that we didn't have one, only to realize later that he had been asking for our telephone number. Oh, well. Missed again, eh. We are sometimes a little slow on the uptake.

(Why am I referring to ourselves in the second-person plural, you may ask. I think because tonight I was very much enjoying my own company. Especially with the contrast seated in triplicate at the table next to me.)