KW is reminded once again — in bright primary colors — how much she ISN’T a social butterfly. That is all. Heading east back to The Planet Ann Arbor. Complicated cat herding type day tomorrow. G’night.

Update: To ‘splain, since I’m the only one up at this hour of the morning… No, I didn’t have all that much fun at the GG’s high school reunion. It’s not his fault. It’s certainly NOT his classmates’ fault! I shouldda stayed home. I *knew* that. People? I’ll betcha if I had met up with anyone there (except for the crazy woman, maybe) in a quieter more intimate setting (restaurant? walk?) I’d’ve been fine and we’d’ve had plenty to talk about. Not last night… Because…

Music? Actually not a bad band but LOUD. This is baaaaad for KW as her acute sense of hearing / processing gets completely overwhelmed. KW’s own reunion organizers asked if people wanted a band. Answer? No, we want to talk. KW’s class rented a DJ and shushed him when the music got too loud. KW struggled with her own reunion too, make no mistake, but she remembers the people a whole lot better than the music.

But also? Going to a reunion with Mr. Popular and his identical twin? Hmmmm… Having TBG there (also in the class) was helpful. Other than that? Oh well…

Onward and upward. Really. Latitude-wise, that is.

Meanwhile, what *is* that smell? Garbage, I hope…

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