Departures and food
After all these years, I still haven't learned to eat on time. Yesterday I had little to eat all day, and then snacked instead of having a real meal at dinnertime because I was expecting to have a real dinner a bit later. Which meant that when the evening didn't go as planned, and dinner still hadn't happened by 10 p.m. (when all the restaurants we could think of closed), I got immensely grumpy. And of course it's a feedback cycle, because my judgment goes to hell, so I make bad decisions, which just makes things worse.
Truly it is written: if you meet the Jed on the road, feed him.
It was particularly unfortunate because it was Kam's last evening in the Bay Area for a while. This morning she and Kat got in a big ol' 1982 (?) Cadillac and hit the road for Burning Man; after that's over, Kat will get a ride home with someone else and Kam will continue on to points north and east (and, later, south and west). She's doing a three-month wander-around-the-country trip, staying in youth hostels and with friends, visiting cool sights and sites, going to science museums, etc. Pretty cool, but of course for those of us left behind in the Bay Area, full of sadness and woe, it means no Kam for three whole months.
So it was unfortunate that I spent so much of her last evening in town growing increasingly sullen. But eventually we went home and I listened to some soothing music and had some dinner and suddenly everything was much better. So I apologized, so we did get some time together in which I wasn't on my worst behavior. So that's all right.