I can say of this work, as of that one: nothing here is absolutely true, and none of it entirely false. -- from Keith Waldrop's section of his double autobiography with Rosmarie, Ceci n'est pas Keith, Ceci n'est pas Rosmarie.

And for that and for this I must concur.

I had a great date today. Well, okay I didn't really have a date because at some point one does stop dating and just starts being-with and no no no don't get all moany about it because I much prefer being-with especially when you can still have days that feel like new dates even though you didn't get all dressed up or think in advance what clever tidbit am I going to wow him with tonight or any such affected nonsense. Sunshine and I had big huge eggplant parm sandwiches on Federal Hill and coffee and canoli, and talked in that way that makes you stop and notice yourself having fun in the conversation, at ease and all that. It was a good time and one that if put in the context of a first date it would have, well, been as good as our first date was?

One other thing set today apart a bit for me. I got older. Don't worry, it's not my birthday or anything. Nothing like that. I just noticed myself being older, not doing things that might suggest that I am older, but just knowing that you're older damnit. Which for me is probably a good thing because it's been some time since I felt older and probably growing up a little would do me some good.

And now I'm going to take my decrepit self home and let it get some freaking sleep.