Old Friends

I spent part of today hanging out with the person who has known me longest of anyone except my family. It was nice to catch up. We went out for lunch, then to the farmers market and Armadillo Christmas Bazaar, then to Taniguchi Gardens until they closed early.

Old friends are very powerful things. In knowing you for so long, they know many of your quirks. They know your family and your old friends. They know all the stupid things you once did, but hopefully, they also know the kindnesses you once paid and your saving graces. It's a fearful and dangerous thing to have old friends, in some ways.

The flip-side, I suppose, is that if you have a friend so old as to know all those things, you have the same knowledge in return.

I had much to tell my friend, of plans and hopes and dreams. There was much catching up to be done.

Waking up this morning with my bed moved perpendicular to its previous direction was a bit strange. I looked above me for the window, to see whether it was light yet, and saw only wall. It'll take a bit of getting used to. It's cozier in its present configuration, though, like a little nest of a bed, though I can only enter and exit on one side. It's nice not having to worry about tripping on anything or falling against the boxes that used to block my exit, though.

I'm thinking it would be nice to have one of those mosquito net canopies above it, to make it even nestier. I think with my room configured as it is, I could avoid the ceiling fan, which is always an important configuration, with regard to canopies. I also think I need more blankets in my life.

My room still needs some fairly serious cleaning, but the job looks much more tackleable than it did before. That makes me happy. Cleaning my room stresses me out.