I‘m out of shape when it comes to the work required of town. The constant hellos and how are yous and the gifts and the food and the standing and the oh yes that’s well and yes Michael’s granddaughter and yes, just perfect! The best. 
That isn’t to say I don’t enjoy those moments, even the fleeting ones with friends of the family who have to remind me of their names, or don’t have to, but choose to. They pre-empt the name reminding. Which is kind of nice, in a way.

We had ice cream and we had beer and Roby ran in circles screaming on the floor that I ran in circles screaming on and some of the same people who said I was a cute baby said she’s a cute baby.

It’s a nice thing.
Having just shown the place to a close friend when it was dead as a holiday provides, showing it to him at something not too distant from the height of a good opening was a good bit of fun. Lazarus-cool.

Anyways, fun as it was, I feel bone tired, and I didn’t even really do all that much today apart from drive to town, recieve gifts, and meet with friends of varrying degrees of oldness. I guess that’s the atrophy of my social muscle on the act up. I doubt it’ll get much work for the rest of this lifetime. Unless you count spending time with kids, that’s kind of full-contact socializing, but it lacks all the sticky strangeness of adults. There’s no subtext to wade through, and I think that’s good.