Greg has managed to drag me into going to a local game/coffee shop combination place. You pay a cover fee and then you get access to all their games, and they have plenty of tables for playing whatever you’d like.
His concern (and it’s legitimate even if I’d never admit it to him) is that I’ve become pretty isolated since I’ve stopped looking like me, even to me. He thinks that a low risk way to meet to folks and get used to being a horsefreak is at the game cafe. I have to admit I feel pretty normal when I’m playing cards with folks and focusing on the game.
So, now I’m spending time there once a week and re-acclimating myself with humanity. Yay me.