Lunch with Rebecca was nice. We talked about our lives and what’s been going on since we last met.
I found out Alex lives an hour and a half away, not very practical. But he said if things worked out he’d just buy a house here. Must be nice, to have the kind of money to just off and buy a house any time you want.
I texted Brad a couple times, basically getting at how I deserve to know what’s going on because I wasn’t for sure if it was the usual PTSD stuff or something to do with me. Of course, I didn’t get a reply.
Work went pretty well. Everything got done in a timely manner. I hadn’t really felt like going to work, but I think that the more often I work the more often I *want* to work.