I spoke too soon

Phil called last night, about an hour before the appointed time. His resignation had landed him in a two-day funk of much sleeping, not enough bathing, and all the rest. So we spent a good hour processing that stuff (which, more than the extracurricular activities, was my purpose in going).

In the end, though, real life won out, and his feeling unsocial trumped anything else.


Not just for that: what a fucked-up Saturday it was.