I went to the barn, but didn't do anything with the horses today. Walked out into the back meadow and just sat and meditated for almost three hours. The time flew by. I hadn't realized how much I needed to sit away from people until I did. Total heaven. Then, on the way to LS tonight I was thinking, quite grumpily, about how I always have to make the effort to talk to people there. Honestly, all of three people have walked up and introduced themselves to me over the course of the year. I know a lot of people, and they're generally down to chat, but it gets tiring to try. I know it's because of my job. It's what I do all week long. Make new acquaintances. Many of the women there are particularly hard to get to know. (I'm not the only woman who thinks so.) But, despite that, I've made a few real friends there. So I don't have too much to complain about. Even though I'm complaining anyway. I was so happy to see my friend M come in! Yay! She had some good gossip, we had a nice talk. I made no effort to talk to anyone else at all. I was happy. Then a drunk guy started yelling around the parking lot. I walked over to her bike with her so she wouldn't have to stand there by herself and be accosted (he didn't seem dangerous, merely super annoying. Still...) Then I stood by some big guys until he wasn't standing and yelling right in my path to the my car. I wanted to talk to one of those guys anyway. I'd been sitting next to him at the meeting, and I was afraid I'd put too much perfume on, and he'd spent the whole meeting hating me. He said he didn't notice. Good. Or maybe he thought I was flirting with him. I'm amazed at how many men seem to think I'm doing anything other than having a friendly conversation. Nope. If I were flirting you'd know it. Do I even remember how? Hmmm, I'll have to work on that I guess. But not there.