Got in at 1 AM from a big party. Slept till 10 AM. Am watching When Harry Met Sally, an old New Year’s Day tradition. Last year, i watched it with a good friend; this year alone. Very comforting, traditions.

Makes me laugh, When Harry Met Sally. Every time. And cry a little — just a few tears. Echoes of the past. I love the writing. Nora Ephron. Those little red spots some women get on their cheeks after they orgasm — that’s what you can’t fake.

Nora Ephron.
She’d left the story with an ending where Harry & Sally don’t get together at the end.
But in making the movie, the director Rob Reiner meets his future wife and falls in love … so he pushed Ephron to change the ending — at Michele Singer’s prodding.
They both died in 2025.

Sure, i do miss being with someone; but it is easier. And at this point, it’s so unlikely that i’ll ever meet someone again, that i might as well just be content being alone. It’s simpler and more realistic.

Another friend tells me, “Sex is for people in their 20s,” and i tend to agree. Some in my 30s & 40s too, but not so much in my 50s; once.

Sandi and i were great together sometimes; we both loved Rom-Coms. We were lucky … lucky to have found each other, found that magic together, even just the once. It made all the difference.

If only i felt as good about my writing as i do about my romances.