If you succumbed to sickness, you would want to wake up and find me smiling over your bed. I will care for you.
Unwanted sound is like junk mail for my ears. It can drag me down a rabbit hole of curiosity and completely dishevel my productivity.
You can’t have knee replacement surgery if you have shingles, so we are unplanning our plans and wearing masks. Feels like pandemic déjà vu.
Both of us were previously married and we’ve each had the experience of caregiving the person we sleep with.
The night before we watched “The Case of the Grinning Gorilla,” a perfectly terrible Perry Mason episode about a chimpanzee hiding jewelry.
Love is a mirror. I witness myself, follow the ripples of me on his face. He is my muse. Ink on my brain. The mark on my heart.
I said these exact words to myself. Be patient. Pace yourself. Don’t try to do this all at once. Year One Sugar. Year Two Meat.