My weekend feels like it was wasted, but I know it wasn't. I made all these plans to do AA events and I forgot that I'd already committed covering Troy's shift making burgers at Pecs while he worked for Stan. Sunday was better: had a 2 1/2 hr lunch with a person I'd met online, discussing spirituality and sexual fantasies; played tennis for 2 hr with the roommate; and helped a friend pack/move to Phoenix. Last night, I spent some time with John and his dog Butch. He seems like such a sweet guy, and has an incredible house. I was touched that he appreciated how open I was in sharing my story with him, and he opened up in return -- a very nice connection.