I think that things went pretty well. Not as well as I'd dared to hope, but much better than they could have gone.
It could have been disastrous, but it wasn't. It could have been fantastic, but it wasn't.
It was normal. I was normal. Maybe even better than normal.
Imagine that. Me, normal.
I'll admit that this being normal crap is, and always has been, Plan B. But I've got to pick from the choices made available to me. So Plan B it is. Plan A would be seen as an act of sheer desperation, and so I'm thankful that it's never come to that.
Also, I'm in a good mood now.
Imagine that. Me, in a good mood. For a real reason instead of some trumped-up bullshit.