Good morning, all! I slept late, although my body was wide awake around 5:30. I had dreamed about the object of an affair I'd been in between 1972 and 1979, and woke up feeling not hot and bothered but a little sad and nostalgic about something that happened 35 years ago. Well, times and people change.
Today, I will meet Matthew, my best friend from college, and we'll see a movie. Not sure what it is yet, but I'm letting Matthew decide. I saw him last around November or december, when he came by to visit and check on my health, so we've got almost a year of catching up.
Between the ages of 13 (1959) and 17 (1963), I read Peyton Place, Anatomy of A Murder, and Lady Chatterly's Lover. I have no memory now of what order they were read, and I have next to no memory now of any of them.
