12:11 am...

we both slept in late this morning, which is something of an oddity for me lately, especially since I took up residence on the couch for the night. I may have slept later still, had Reekie not finally came to the end of his patience and insist on being taken out. I cannot blame him for that.

I had some banking to do, and errands to run, so I hastily prepared myself for public consumption sufficient enough so as to not wake Herself. Returning at close to noon, she and Moo were in the kitchen, doing dishes and supervising respectively.

It was awkward at first. Neither of us really knew what to say to the other. While not terribly interested in idle chit chat, I was also not prepared to perpetuate my incommunicado facade from last evening. We mumbled hellos. We made brief eye contact. Both of us forced meager grins in an effort to assess the other's state and to communicate that a truce had been reached.

No treaty, but it had to do. I was not interested in hashing out last evening's events having just cracked open the lid on my take out coffee, the first jolt of caffeine for the day. The Goddess, nursing a migraine most likely obtained from her mental state, articulated nonverbally her lack of desire to go there, too.

And the day continued. Brief phrases muttered, token smiles flashed, both of us staying just far enough out of each other's way. I ran more errands, she napped. I tinkered on the computer, she napped. She did some work in the garden and around the house, I napped.

We ate dinner together. We shared a bottle of tequila.

We will sleep together.

Sweet dreams, dear Goddess.

Be Well