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Thanks to the right kind of advice, I'm feeling infinitely better of late. The proper perspective and a lot of booze can fix most any situation, it seems. Ah, liquor: cause of and solution to all life's shitstorms.

Tonight's party will be brought to us by the waiter my friends and I had at Perkins last weekend. Is this strange? Yep.

I still wonder if I'll ever fulfill my biggest fantasy, which follows: it's a quiet, beautiful Saturday-early evening in spring. The day's been spent reading, gardening and housekeeping, and as my beloved and I prepare an intimate, fancy-ish dinner for two Garrison Keillor's Prairie Home Companion comes on MPR, him crooning "Oh, hear that old piano down the avenue...I smell the lilacs, I look around for you...oh my sweet, sweet old someone, coming through that door, it's Saturday, the band is playing, honey could we ask for more?"

That's my perfect moment, for which I've been hunting all these years.
Somehow it's just not the same doing it on your own.

Less than four days till I'm gone. It has been a hell of a ride. Love to you all.