Back in the Saddle...

Two days since the surgery and I'm back at work, fielding phone calls medicated to the gills, and just wanting to go home. Not home to the Blue House, or home even to Atwater, but home to her, to K. Dwellings are but four walls and possesions, while she is everthing, a life, a love, an eternity of souls and limbs intertwined. K has come into my life like sudden sun after a long storm - her arrival, like the blowing aside of the clouds, has warmed me to the last cell of marrow in my bones.

She played hookey yesterday, ignoring the swells and fresh breeze and perfect weather to spend her day nursing me back to health with a tenderness I'd call motherly if it weren't for the muck Freud made of that term. I'm falling, falling, falling, and loving every minute of it.

-tn

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