Day five.
I’ve been sort of housesitting for my parents while they’re out of town. It’s nice having some time with just my better half & my genetic half… [She's laying on my chest now, listening to Year of the Black Rainbow with me; you gotta get 'em while they're young.] We had our little psuedo-honeymoon: one night at an overpriced hotel, complete with really upbeat staff and overpriced room service. The two person bathtub had jets. We enjoyed it immensely. It almost turned into a divorcemoon- yeah, I made up a word- but we recovered, luckily. Seems like we’re doing that a lot these last few days… I don’t think the important thing in a relationship is how little you fight, just how often you make up. [Confucius says...]
But still no push.
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