Stardate: -317890.07

In the aforementioned week, during which some of you may have noticed blogs from me were conspicuously absent, there wasn't much that happened worth noting, but perhaps more than the silence suggests:

I did my first game for the (basketball referee) association, an 8th-grade girls game in Pleasant Hill that required a car trip. After which I came home and wrote down more than a dozen habits that I need to either make or break.

A mostly uneventful week of work, until Saturday, when all I need to say is asking you to imagine this picture in your mind: Me, wearing pants and a t-shirt, walking down Mohawk Blvd in Springfield in 50-degree weather, hand-in-hand with a 40-something developmentally disabled lady wearing only a dress, slippers, and my jacket.

Seeing friends from New York City, who I haven't seen for seven years, because they moved to Oregon and now live in the downstairs apartment on my half-brother Jason's property.