The Banzai Chronicles

Home from dinner at the Petersons. Wonderful hosts, delicious food, good company (the Sellers were also over). Yet I just want more solitude. Men's Prayer is so early tomorrow.

Tried to rest today, I really did. Doesn't happen easily sometimes. For a while, plunged into sleep of lucid dreams, rearranging bits of reality to make a world to which I could retreat. Fleeting and unreal, however— I just pined for things long past.

Progress is progress, though. It wasn't a great day, but it was a good day. It wasn't completely restful, but I did rest. The social thing isn't always my favorite, but it was good and I showed up. Baby steps.