Full days make you tired, but so do dark evenings. Meeting with old friends this weekend-- it's always fabulous, in an almost bittersweet way. It's true that life does move on, but when we all get together like this the ghosts of what we all used to be hang around.
I think we're trying to find a way to be our new selves together, rather than shadows of our old selves. Sometimes it works. Sometimes it's incredibly difficult. But I hope we don't stop trying.
In a nearly unrelated note, a quote from this weekend:
Uncle B: "Well then, what's new?" *long pause* "...I got kicked out of an antique store for asking that, once."
Yeah, I laughed too. Go on, smile.