It was more than good to get out and mingle with friends, acquaintances and people I had just met as I watched bits and pieces of the Super Bowl, spending more time in gab than in front of the big screen, missing the commercials and never really hearing too much about them.

A conversation was had with one that noticed a definite change in my demeanor, especially my rapid or consistent loss in weight, depending upon when last seen and for a time we chatter, me looking into her windows and she mine as we spoke candidly about what was before me and what was behind me, the everyday and my coping mechanisms.

As she uttered words that made me feel a bit uncomfortable for the setting or any setting for that matter, I closed my blinds a bit, as not to allow her any longer into my windows as I was asked, 'but are you ready to meet your creator?', Her hand atop mine, a smile upon her face and knowing her intention, although innocent, was based upon her Southern Baptist roots and the mere idea of going there or speaking in tongues was not within my idea of a social gathering, not this day or any other.