Do people want to hear about what's going on at work when I can't talk about who my employer is, or about our clients? Sometimes, they do. And sometimes, they don't. But I'm not always in the mood to talk about work - even when my social life is almost nil these days.
Today, GFJ and I finally are in the same place after about a month of being apart. It's a nice feeling - especially when she's cooking dinner for us while I write this post. But what is interesting about the day is that I mentioned that "Marian" had her eyes on a dress, and that "Mario" had to tell her "NO", as she'd never have a chance to wear it. Well, GFJ gave me an idea of how and when I could wear it - so, for the discounted price of $34 (+ shipping/tax), it's making a jump into a USPS delivery truck and coming to my door in the near future. It'll be perfect to wear when I go out with YGWM for her birthday. (Now, to get the right shoes and handbag to go with it.)
Now I understand how my late wife got addicted to shopping..... The more I absorb a woman's frame of mind, the more it all makes a strange kind of sense. (But if she could come back to life, I'd never admit it to her. <g>)