I need to do a full update soon, but . . .
My planned Friday was even better than I’d anticipated. In addition to the projects I knew I’d start working on through my company, my girlfriend C convinced me that I have marketable skills other people would pay me for and that she (a marketing guru) would help me find them.
I had a little anorexia meltdown at a famous eatery, at which I refused to eat. Then I had to tell my friend the think tank exec that I have an eating disorder, which is always good times. He said, yeah, so you really shouldn’t do ballet . . . Which, yeah, I know.
On Saturday, I had a long workout with the dog (I am actively exercising again), and was sitting by the pool writing up things for a big project when I got a strange fb wall comment from the Bon Vivant, and then another one.
And then a series of private messages that made the depth of his depression clear.
I did what I could, and then I made peace with my decision and his choice.