So I called up an old (read:former)client, with whom I used to work on a fabulous project whose star has been on the ascendent in recent years. There's a handful of people from that project I stay in touch with, generally calling or mailing on their birthdays. It's good to talk, as you know.
Just now, I called C, and we chatted, caught up, he suggested lunch, we're not both free till August, we agree a date and time, and then, the standard sound of modernity in the post-arrangement moment: two people tapping the details into their PIM (personal information manager) of choice.
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