you see, progress.

A hundred years ago in another lifetime, Gentleman Caller and I were going to make a couple of stabs at temporary cohabiting to see if we thought we could stand each other in the same living space on a something-like-expected basis. With a view toward my possibly moving in one of these days, I mean. The first instance of this Grand Experiment was the second week of September, and seemed to have gone okay. The second instance of the Grand Experiment - because in order to be valid your results have to be reproducible, right? - was supposed to be the third-ish week in October, that is, following his concert October 20 and mine October 21; and then on October 16, Dad's oncologist said "I think it would be good if your children were here" and I bugged out for Cleveland and between then and November 1 I was here in the DC area for about 36 hours.

( Rambling about Experiments and sharing space. )

ANYWAY. This weekend I stayed at his place Friday, Saturday, and Sunday nights, and this morning I pointed out to him that last night at one point I woke up just enough to look around me and realize that I was probably too close to the middle of the bed - I am in danger of encroaching on Himself's space and waking him up, I thought in my fuzzy-headed state, so I had better scoot back to my side instead of just laying my head back down and going back to sleep. And I did. And had he noticed any of this? No. Conclusion, I mean to say: of course it's going to be difficult when we're out of practice. But back in the habit, one gets used to things again.


Other Stuff in my Life has knocked me back a couple of steps, but I'll catch up snowflake-wise some time soon. I hope.