On my way to the Vets Hall for Monday night dinner, where if past experience holds true, I will talk to a dozen or more different people, say and hear nothing of any value, and then walk slowly home again. But it’s nice to be with people. It’s nice to have a hot meal I did not prepare myself or eat by myself in front of the computer. It’s always nice not knowing what’s for dinner. So, it’s as close to a mixed blessing as I can come up with. When I don’t go I miss it. When I do go I wonder if, perhaps, I should have stayed home. But tonight I’m on my way to dinner.