Now that I’ve been balanced for awhile, and spring is summer, and I can taste food, I accept more dinner invitations than usual.
When I’m out, I forget that Tuesdays turn invariably into Wednesdays, and that every other Wednesday I have a 7.45am psych appointment. And it’s usually at about 10pm that I remember.
There’s always something going on in NYC, and a lot of family and friends here. But – whoops. Time to head home.