4:28pm

The hits just keep on coming. The greatest hits. The happy hits. The one's that knock you over with glee.

Dog/house-sitting for PR this weekend. Friday thru Monday. Met the wonderful, illustrious Tilly The Boxer this morning and may I say, there has never been a bigger BMF that I've ever met.

PR is fine with Davis coming over, which is fantastic and quite generous. I still feel guilty, however.

My hope is for this weekend to be a nice retreat. Having my own place, basically, and testing what life with Davis would be like, We Two.

I cannot emphasize enough how beautiful and enlivening he is to me. His company, our camaraderie.

This morning my headache had not subsided, and he gently massaged and touched my head all over. It was heaven. His touch is perfect. Every brand and strand and type and form.

Nearly seven months. The warm thrum and thrill, still.

Luckily, he has irritated and grated from time to time. Not some saccharine cake walk. But that's good, too. I like that. I like that we're people and not some idealized role model version of ourselves. Real feelings that we also really get past quickly. Naturally, unhurriedly without pressure.

Anytime I summon the thoughts of our touching and physical exertions, shall we say, it brings a dopey smile to my face. Smitten Kitten. The shoe fits all too well. Too well? Implying negativity? I don't feel that way.

JS told me yesterday that with Big Jimmy, her husband of thirty-four years since age 22, she just knew it was him. It's feelings rather than attributes.

As far as my own feelings on this whole affair: from the beginning it's been an easy, steady, relaxed pace into further and more pleasure and joy. Never any real worries or full-blown doubts. Moments of insecurity at the natural, "ah, yes. Exactly this." quality of the whole thing.

He fed me twice yesterday, by hand. While in theory I do not abide this, in reality it was a lovely intimacy that I relished. Reveled. And he cooks for me. And does he cook. I feel like a mooch, but I also feel comforted and adored and adoring. Gravy gods alive. This man.

I absolutely love him. I love you, Davis.

And wherever this goes, I will have these seven months we built and crafted and gloried in together.