We've been having these conversations for a long time. Not really for the first few years we knew each other, but for about a quarter century now. Having that depth of time and connection is valuable: not that nothing needs explaining, but that there's texture to the new information and the explanations.
I got some extra exercise in, by going up and over the hill on 215th Street (steeper, and stairs) on my way to Carrot Top. I'd been thinking that I wanted variety, and I'd go east on 215th, down the staircase, and then walk back my usual way, on 218th, once I had the cake. And then I had the cake, looked at that rather industrial-looking and uninteresting stretch of Broadway, and climbed back up the stairs. (Ten flights, ten or so steps each.)