Sometimes it's better to light a flamethrower than curse the darkness

After work, diffrentcolours and I went in to town to get me some posh shoes to wear this weekend (I asked about the dress code and was basically told "err on the side of too smart," sigh, so I really did need new shoes).

It went surprisingly quickly, so I had time/energy for a stretch goal which was solving the backpack problem, which I did not fix with a backpack but with a man bag which D spotted as looking cute and clearly like a UK handbag/U.S. purse but for guys too insecure to carry anything that doesn't look manly.

We even have time for a pint on the way back to the train station. It was chilly but sunny with a few fluffy clouds in the sky which were turning pink and golden in the sun that was setting far too early for my tastes (it was dark on my way home yesterday from the gym and I was Big Mad about this; I am not ready for winter to be encroaching!).

Tonight he started playing one of his free-this-month PlayStation games, which is a baseball one that accurately replicates the current season. It was really fun to watch him play a game, as the Minnesota Twins of course, and win 7-0 against the team that won last year's World Series. Something I would not expect of the real-life Twins now! (So many good players are out injured that just hearing their names again gave me a wave of nostalgia, and they currently are doing incredibly badly, at a point in the season where it's especially important for them to not do that.)

He had a great time, and I realized how bad I am at explaining breaking pitches, and I also had a great time watching him have a great time.