On Wednesday night, I had a fairly intense dream and want to write about it before my day forces it out of my brain. I was at a party at my best friend’s friend’s house. This friend had hosted a High Tea for Mother’s Day this past spring. The Realtor was there and we wound up flirting and later being physical. She was asking lots of questions about Batman. Vegan was there later and we wound up kissing. Before I left, I’d lost my shoes because furniture had been moved around, and when I found them, I wanted pictures of them both. The Realtor wanted one showing her legs flexed. I had my arm around her. Vegan and I also took a photo together. It’s like a poly download.

Updates on Saturday morning: I had made chickpea sandwich spread with Yumm! sauce. My neighbors are from OR, so they’d picked some up for me and I’m sad that it’s almost gone. We don’t have those restaurants in the Mountain West–they’re a PNW eatery. I stirred in onion whites and fresh dill and ate it on sourdough toast, so I texted Vegan that she’d like this sandwich spread, and she replied to sign her up and said that we should go climbing soon. That’s good because I don’t think that the University has auto belay.

I am wondering when I’ll have another pre-arranged thing with the Climber / Batman. I think that she was a little disappointed to not see me on Wednesday night. She had gotten sick–likely she has the same funky stuff that I do–and missed work on Wednesday. I only knew this because I was biking up the busy street around 7:20 in the morning and the nice guy rolled down his window and told me that she was sick. He wasn’t commuting in her car and was driving himself. So, when my son was over for dinner, I sautéed onion, garlic, celery and carrots and made a quick broth and added a few chicken tenders in my Breville. We dropped that at her house and her crabby cat greeted us on the porch. I snapped a picture. She texted a bit with me and said that she’d ventured out in the evening to climb because she felt better. I want to see her again soon. The art show was nice with her. I really like her company.

I’m not interacting with the Realtor at all. I did heart an Instagram post that she’d made. I look forward to her birthday dinner when we turn to 2024.

All the potlucks are also delayed until then, so I can’t see _____ . That’s a bummer. The only way to message her is to pay for the social app. No, thanks. That’s almost as bad as swiping.

I love all the members of my new kickball team. We’re pretty good too. I’ve only popped it up once and have otherwise always been on base. Time for some bases in my personal life!