Ah, conversations (The point of life...)

Had a lunch meeting with a potential partner/client/employee this afternoon. We had Vietnamese at a little hole-in-the-wall up around Keele and Wilson. I would probably never have chosen anything with "soft tendon" in the title, had he not recommended it. It was a surprisingly good, large, bowl of extremely hearty soup.

Took a bit of a nap to try to make up for not sleeping much last night, then went to do the shopping for the Mother's Day lunch tomorrow. I'm planning on making a hot-and-sour shrimp soup. I hate seafood, but grams and mom both like it (actually, AFAIK everyone save me in the family likes it).

Then I just needed to talk to someone, so I bothered <elided> for a few hours. (One of the things that came out during the conversation is that she too gets freaked out when she's mentioned here.) Was good to talk to her, lots of thoughts and ideas I felt the need to share with someone.

Then, as we were talking, Rosey brought over Lara and Shane, and so I bade <elided> goodbye and sat around for a few hours chatting with them. Rosey's off driving them home now... hmm, probably should have offered to drive them, now that I think about it.

So, here's an exercise for you, the reader: "Explain Zen?" (and don't reply with the "Zen of Python"/import this, we all know that).


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