Friday came by around 10:00 this morning to pack up (I forget that I have most of his worldly goods stashed in my closet) for his last, final departure by Greyhound at 11:00. I gave him the nice bit of 'Huckleberry' bud, for a going-away present, that Kristen gave me yesterday (Dorean elabete, dorean dote),--and was surprised at how much it consoled me to do so (Who even knew that I was sad?)--and walked with him to the bus station. What are friends for?