I went to see a movie. I rode the Monorail. I drank coffee. I wandered thru the Pacific Science Center. I wrote in my journal.
It's a measure of my introversion more than anything that I forgot to ask anyone to come along with me, but there you go. I am almost disastrously self-contained at times.
I am also 47. That's one of those numbers that looks either tiny or huge, depending on the angle of viewing. Four decades and most of a fifth. At least at the moment I feel like I have my head above water. I have come to peace with being a late bloomer playing the long game, and while that doesn't do too much to restore my fund of patience it does at least ameliorate some of the angst. I've tried a lot of things and decided "nope," but there's lots more left on the list. I don't think I'll run out any time soon.