But as it seems they'd also invited an old friend of L's, whom even she says is a miserable curmudgeon, I can't repine. There wouldn't have been much conversation to be had because he's also a self-centered curmudgeon, as so many hommes d'un certain age are, and convincd that other people only exist as audiences.
But it was nice, since I haven't talked to anyone in almost a week except to exchange greetings with George the Painter next door as I put out the garbage last night, which he kindly put back for me this morning. Still wish they were next door, but I know if they were, between my bro's cocktails and L's cooking, I'd have put on weight over quarantine, not dropped it.
Searching my bookshelves for those stray Judge Dees, I opened up Kafka on the Shore just to check the translation of those army reports. And saw in passing that Kafka's sections are all in present tense. That simply didn't register with me in Japanese. Can't decide if it's because Japanese really is looser with its tenses (I swear I've read present tense narration before) or if I'm just impervious to these things.