At the Low Bar

Doing my standard prep for family meet ups.  Not having a slightly elevated B.A.C during these occasions seriously degrades the overall experience.  Unfortunately, there will only be one bloody mary today as, oddity of oddities, the ex is actually on time.

I am still struggling with the writing of meaningful posts.  I think that my outrage and pedantry subroutines have seized up.  I am just content enough that I don't feel the need to lecture on how to act and think.  While this makes for short, non-screed posts, my relative contentment with my current station makes me think, "tough shit".

Went to see the youngest yesterday at their apartment.  Good stuff, they will probably do just fine.