Jason missed his flight back to Wyoming yesterday, so imagine my surprise when I was having a cocktail at The Edge yesterday afternoon when he walked up to me and started talking to me. Theoretically, his flight back to Wyoming was this morning at 06:00.
Now, admittedly, part of the reason I went there was to see this new guy, who is an Edge regular in the way that the old guys who sit down at Bearbears are, too. Every time I have ever been there, he’s been there, and you all know, gentle readers, how seldom I am there. Heck, 
Ms. Glover(com) even greeted me yesterday by asking, “What are you doing here, sweetie? This isn’t your home bar.”
Anyway, I won’t go into the details of the conversation with Jason, but suffice to say that when he moves here, he and I probably won’t see much of each other, although I’m sure we’ll run into each other from time to time.
Afterward, I called my friend, 
Eric the Nurse, up and we met at Sweet Inspirations so I could cry over some orange juice while he ate some sort of dessert and coffee. While I was regaling him with my witticisms and tales of derring-do with Jason, two of the massage therapists who were on the AIDS/LifeCycle Massage Team last year walked by, separately. As each was walking by, I knocked on the window and invited them inside to chat with Eric and I for a little while. I think that I might have convinced them both to sign up again.
Speaking of which, the captain of the massage team called me this past Saturday while I was bed-ridden and asked me if I’d do massage again this year, and I said yes. The bike repair is going to cost me some serious money – more than I can shell out right now, so instead I decided to do something I know I can already be good at and still make a contribution. Yeah, I know, it could be seen as giving in to fear, but it’s also doing the best I have with what I’ve got.
And with that, I seek serenity with the situation with Jason.
