Wanted to note that I declined an invite to a fancy alumni dinner sponsored by one of the universities I worked at in my former career. Very glad I did, because I really would not have been in the mood for a public relations dog-and-pony show and a request to dig deep into my empty pockets. Plastic smiles and starched shirts have never been my thing, and I ended my tenure there amid some controversy, anyway. I'll let it rest.
Instead, it's Olympic hot pepperoni pizza and Enterprise with Brownie tonight. I think she's hurting, and I hope I can help. There's no sense in having my senses if I can't.