Several days have passed and just as many experiences along with them. Lunch w/Jess at Scratch Cookery and finding the elusive "Security Building" on 1st street, where the "Flying Pig Pub" once opened by Marjorie & Hubby in 1998 IIRC. Regrouping with wives at home until the clock ran out [one of us is permanently on east coast time]. Lots of time w/Jen doing assorted things including visiting my mom, 4th activites w/Schwarz, some quiet time for me solo, another visit w/Jen to Scratch Cookery, and a conversation with Tommy that broke the silence, while revealing some seemingly self-serving tendancies as to entilement and true gratitude. It's hard to always sift fact from ambivilent ambiguity, so it's still not clear what's going on beyond the struggles of maturing and being considerate. That whole "Amygdala" thing. Tires got rotated today, calls re LLS Grants and Stanford Pharmacy addressed, even sold my mom's unused too-big high-rise toilet seat on Craigslist including pickup at her home. On a somber note, Matt B's father, Karl, 95, fell and has had some concerns surface as to recovery, if possible. That family has longevity into these years and beyond, but not far. Will learn more tomorrow.
