I’m going to see friends I haven’t seen in a long, long time, not since the pandemic was lying in wait, ready to emerge, still not yet a global tragedy. And it feels weird.

The idea of sitting around with people to whom I am not related.

Very weird.

I may not be mentally ready for this, but then the question is whether I will ever be. If not now, will it feel less strange months from now?

A year from now?

Ever?

In the better part of a year in solitude, I adjusted to being by myself because I had to. It was what it was.

And now I’m used to it. Not, necessarily that I like it.

But I’m used to it.

Better not to get too used to it.

Have a great Tuesday.

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