Our clothes are in the dryer, together again after months of separation. His boxer briefs and blue jeans are finally tumble-drying with my shirts and pants. Yes, all is right with the universe again. That simple, domestic task of doing laundry somehow feels romantic to me today. I don’t think I’m ever going to take these mundane things for granted anymore. At least, I’m going to try to be more appreciative of what I have. Such gifts have been bestowed on me in the last weeks.
This morning, though I hadn’t slept much the night before, I was up at the crack of dawn. What I’d expected to be a quiet time with Lene and Myles last night, turned out to be another intense evening of drinking and talking. I’m glad Nick is back, because my liver is about to sue me for damages and losses. I’m going to take a little break from the booze and junk food and get my act together.