So last night was the first night, in a long while, that I was the shortest person in the room, by at least 2-3 inches. That was a nice change from the usual from either being fairly average or fairly tall. I know lots of short people complain that they don't like always being the smallest person in the room, but I kind of liked it. In some ways, it made me feel safer, I guess. Like I was surrounded by a wall of big people.
In contrast, in several hours, I will be the tallest person at dinner. Funny that, why I'm noticing height over all other aspects of dinner...
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