It was just like that.
Sort of.
I was able to get up and see Simon on his last day of imposed medical isolation. He was having a pretty bad time of it, deciding between the California Roll and the Sushi Deluxe. So we had to violate probation and sit down for a most enjoyable dinner over warm sake and good conversation. Such is life when your favorite Japanese restaurant closes it's doors and an even better one opens up a half block north. You just have to go there, to quote Joni.
By about 3AM, the party had retired to the roof deck and we had solved most of the pressing issues that the world had presented. We agreed that, like Simon himself, War Horse must rise again and return to the battlefield, and that
Rowley Birkin had some quite admirable insights.
I did see some leg twitching as we walked passed hydrants, though.