It has recently passed 0100, I arrived home at about 1900, for most of the time in between (aside from reading through tumblr from the prior 12 hours and putting peanut butter on bread) I had company. I almost never have company.
I spent the afternoon at the gaming location across the city (after a fruitless look at the nearby bookstore) and was given a lift home after her game and mine had both gone late. Instead of just sitting in the car and talking (like happened the prior two times she's been kind enough to drive me home) I suggested we head inside. I did not expect her to be leaving after midnight. I would not have given credence to being told that we'd talk for that long. Even after a couple of three hour conversations on the prior occasions.
I have lost my storygraph reading streak, after what was nearly 11 months, and will be writing my weekly journal entry after this. I was shown a couple of photos that I'd not expected. We talked about relationship issues again. I didn't ask a thing I've wondered if I should ask. There was not as much hugging or hand-holding as there might have been with a couch instead of sofa chairs.
