Had a nice book club tonight and it couldn't have been more pleasant, yet it filled me with anxiety. I don't know if I don't like being told what to read, don't like hearing people yammer on forever, or what, but I left very happy to escape. Commitment is not a good thing for me either.

It's after midnight and I'm going to go brush my teeth, move the laundry, close up the house, and check it in for the night.