We had our first semi-new acquaintances from Key Biscayne to dinner last night. Semi-new because they are known to Grant through work, but not on a personal level. Their teenage son had cat-sat for us twice, however this was the first time we'd interacted. Grant cooked his good teriyaki chicken with rice, a cucumber salad, and ginger fruit compote. My contribution was a chocolate cake with ice cream.
Good times with too much wine for me. I'm suffering this morning. I've reached the stage that two drinks are all that I really can process; one would probably be even better. Mostly I remember. Last night I did not. Aspirin, Tums, breakfast and lots of water haven't done much. Time is the only cure.
Ever since Grant announced his retirement, rather that pretending that day is far, far in the future, we have been talking more about the next stage. We've been more gentle and compassionate with each other since soon we will be in each other's pockets day in and day out. We've even been more passionate, as much as our aging bodies allow, which is nice. It looks like that's what the next stage will be: nice. Especially if I don't overindulge.
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