Five hours (yes, that long) later, Ed and I locate the issue. I would have
felt better if I could have blamed Blogger or Internet Explorer, but really, the
problem was me and the way I write my posts (in Word, then I snatch and drag
them over to Blogger). It’s much much funner to blame someone else.
But, here’s the good thing. Though I’m still eating meals alone...
...and Ed is still wrapped in a quilt down here on the couch, nonetheless he’s not burning and
he’s lucid, lucid enough to work with me on my blogger problem.
And sweet enough not to give it a second thought.
So you take this guy in his rich and varied colors – not much into seeking help
from anxious traveling companions or the medics, not much into weddings either,
but here, stubbornly functioning under his own set of imperatives and yet... would you deny it? I will not: he is such a good soul.
I go to yoga late in the afternoon – the class with the fast
paced instructor who nonetheless lets us pause at the end to think about the
people in our lives. And I do.
I do.
