37

I realize that we have 37 friends in common. This is a number that will not meaningfully increase or vary. The other thing is that I have no desire or further intention of talking to you at all.

As Good As It Gets

I can barely recall the events of days leading up to today as I break my silence once again. I have spent a month absorbing more stories than I'll ever make sense of, starting new lessons, closing jobs, collecting dues, playing mind games, running and running. Very soon in a week's time, a big inflexion will arrive. We come together, say our happies, and walk away. Perhaps this is as good as it gets.