Though I said I would not venture a characterization of the attending parties, I can safely remark that we are all retired workers. In the minds of some the denomination may smack of less than vital - and certainly seldom approaching toxic. But in keeping with my shameless self-approval I prefer to skirt the analysis entirely by instead observing that we have the advantage of indisputable lethargy and the arrogance of vacuous performance. Gone are the days of immediate assessment. By contrast ours is an undisguised commitment to complacency. Some might label it a vulgar display of strength. I prefer to wallow in the smugness of it! I confess that each of us privately maintains elements of productivity - whether gardening, art or writing. But unquestionably our primary disquisition is an absorption of life's daily challenges. What better way to profit by the extent and demands of one's historic escapades!
Upon the evaporation of our congress we unwittingly recessed into that world of thought which is a reminder that the universe is ultimately personal. "There ain't no ship to take you away from yourself". But neither are we destined merely to "travel the suburbs of our own mind". Get-to-gethers like those today serve to weld the disparity which sometimes threatens to dislodge us. Humankind is after all a social animal - even though there are occasions when we can bear the deprivation (and some I am told much prefer the very favourable company of dogs).
Whatever the preference - dogs or humans - I know that for my part at least the vernacular of a coffee house far exceeds that of a pub. I won't deny that after three cups of cappuccino my erstwhile aching limbs were much improved for reasons totally unaccountable. The analgesic effect of whiskey - though laden with some of the fondest memories - doesn't currently compete with my gusto for an early morning rejoinder.