Day #164 A story of a dining table: breakfast

This used to be quiet house suddenly felt alive again, and the dining table which we rarely dine together with, suddenly became our favorite spot and we did discuss a lot of things over it.

It's where Titan drew and learned alphabet and I could watch him while doing laundry.
It's where we chat in a silly afternoon.
It's where I ponder many things.
Also over this dining table, I had my first breakfast with a stranger I have known for years.
Today, our orbital is overlapping. Again.