Thursday. The day’s overcast and cold, with the temperatures still in that realm of “the numbers don’t fucking matter”. Those in positions of knowledge and power over the weather have called for a little bit of snow tomorrow, but with somewhat “warmer” temps. “We can stop and take pictures on the drive into the city and you won’t freeze your nipples off,” Shawshank said.
We had dinner with his boss and coworkers yesterday. The food was yummy. This morning, Shawshank told me he was proud of me for being social and chatting. They’re nice people, and while Hermit Girl is my default setting, I can function at a casual dinner. Shawshank plans to talk to his mom today and see if we can go over tonight so I can say goodbye before I leave.
Today’s my last full day in the Flat. I’ll be packing up a lot of the shit that will be in my checked bag. I packed a lot of clothes that I didn’t touch at all while I was here, mostly due to the recent cold snap. Anything else we might need in the hotel tomorrow night can go in the carry-on bag. I mostly want to go from room to room and make sure I grab all the important stuff before I become too much of a wreck to do so.
This is not the day to listen to Taylor Swift.
Please get feeling better baby.