My friends (we must no longer call them "company") have said farewell and are on their respective ways home. Honestly, I'm horribly nervous at parties, and I thought this one would be particularly strange-feeling for me (don't ask me why I think it was being the fault of the corn pudding burning) but it took only a short while to breathe freely again. How cool is that: ) I did find out, tho, that my former introverting way at parties has outgrown itself. I feel a change in the wind from the north . . .

I've had my three tablespoons of a pale white wine and have been contentedly heading towards the embrace of "this kinsman of Death" wherein I will abandon the responsibility towards the dirty dishes on the countertop that I will have to deal with tomorrow.

The windows in my room are open, tho the shutters are closed, and the sound of the rain is brought in by a soft fall of autumn wind . . . and I'm all poet tonight! This would feel so silly to say in person: ) I've tried to get several sentences out but it only comes around as something Tolkien would have laughed at for lines of an Elf in "There and Back Again". Elves were silly in the book; all those "tra-la-la-lally"s is probably what it did them in.

*sigh* time to update, then to Sleep.

One more thing.

According to Plato (did he believe there was a God? I feel silly asking that) can I say that human love, to some extent, reflects God's love?