We spoke this evening. She is out to dinner with Daniel. I was invited, but she called at a bad time... I considered driving drunk to meet my children at Single Pebble reeking of marijuana. Then I reconsidered. Damnit, you're a fucking idiot, Al.
The good news is that I will be having dinner with Sheila tomorrow. Daniel is at a conference for the weekend, but Chelsea has agreed to stay Friday night so we can connect. Reservations are set for 8 at Leunig's, and I assume I'll be dropping her back off at the Sheriton afterwards. I have to be at the Athletic Campus circle at 11 for Relay, anyway.
We'll see how this goes... ahh, wish me luck, please.
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