Like that, then.
I have gotten poked/pinged by more than one person, so here I am, I aten't deed and all that.
I suspect that my unsociable period after the holidays is not over.
I also have a very strange internal feeling, like my brain is one of those puzzles where you have to make everything fit back in the same shape it was and someone has dumped all the pieces out. I feel like things are clicking around trying to find how they go together again. In the meantime it's a very strange feeling. It's not interfering with writing fiction, or taking care of the dog, or any of those things. It's just...click...clickclick...click....
I bought a new winter coat today, as the lining on my old black one was shredding, and I thought that maybe ten years was enough to expect of a winter coat. I bought -- surprise! -- another black wool coat. Somewhat different than the old one. After some consideration I did not bring home the very fetching green coat. (I already have a very differently fetching very differently green coat.) If a time traveler invites me to join them for John F. Kennedy's inauguration, I am going to regret this decision, because that is exactly the kind of coat it was.
Then again, if a time traveler showed up to ask me to escort them to an historical event, I really doubt that it'd be Kennedy's inauguration. Maybe the Trinity test, or Bobrikov's assassination, or something like that. How about you? A time traveler shows up wanting you to be their date for a very special evening, witness only, no changes. What very special evening (or morning or afternoon) is it? Or where would you take me?