A successful road trip has ended with me home and decompressing. I drove south a hundred miles to visit Alicia, the friend and Former Significant Other (or F.S.O., as I call her). I picked up books and DVDs I'd let her borrow, and left her other books and DVDs. We then drove out to family of hers west of Eugene, and had a nice lunch (green beans, or "greener beaners" as they were calling 'em, and a pasta casserole), plus "fuzzy therapy" with the cats. The cats now include an exuberant one-year-old named Sweetie, and the name is nice and appropriate. He also leaps. He almost could be this cat.
We watched the beginning of the Oregon-UCLA game (i.e. before it got really embarrassing), then returned to Eugene and saw Beowulf, which she really liked. (One thing she said: "I was promised nudity! Angelina's naked, but she's covered with mud! Beowulf's naked, but they covered his bits!")
Alicia remains a high-energy woman. Our visits remind me why we stopped working as a couple: it takes a lot of energy to keep up with her, even just conversationally, and also I rarely feel completely relaxed around her. You have to think fast to keep up with her, and to help her keep up with you; she often leaps waaaaay beyond the subject at hand to something out of far, far left field. Plus her volume control could use some work. But she's a worthy person, and I'm glad that I know her, and that we keep each other engaged and entertained.