May 14, 2004
During a dinner at Trio, I contemplate my fractured existence. Aside from Geoffrey, I am still terribly isolated. There is no female friend who is part of my personal daily life, Helene is just too remote and Spilman has vacated the playing field. I'm not a terribly social creature, but I do need someone other than the cats to talk to on a regular basis. In some ways, the changing role at work is increasing the isolation factor as I no longer am fully part of any team. I don't see any way out of this situation any time soon.