Tonight went with Sue Red for the first night out I've had in a while. We drank a little, bitched about boys and men, watched some poetry, ate sweet honey cake, and saw five minutes of jazz.
We talked some about writing. How maybe we could be happy alone forever if our writing were successful. How we sometimes wish we really could marry our art.
But it was good. I left my Fortress of Solitude. I got to stop thinking for a moment, even if the imprint of problems always hung parachuting over my thoughts.