Young men are all very well, but I prefer women my own age for conversation. Needless to say, my dinner with Katherine poured balm on my wounded soul. Since it was all informational gossip (as opposed to judgemental gossip, and yes, there is a distinct and important difference) about third parties, none of it can leach out onto the blog, but, wow, yeah. Fade into inarticulate gratitude.
And for visuals, this time lapse tour of the alps.
