We were texting about something, and I was shaking the bushes over here boss, and she went and did it.
She made me laugh. And suddenly I was me again, and she was her, and just plain dammitall - it was....almost....nice to know her again.
Oddest thing is that she said the same thing about something I said, now forgotten, in the midst of one of these electronic p*ssing contests a couple weeks ago. "You can still make me laugh even in the middle of all this," she wrote. "That has to mean something."
Perhaps. Perhaps. Or perhaps it means nothing. What does it mean when, in the midst of anger and resentment and guilt and sadness and fear and worry and loneliness and and and - what does it mean indeed when you a catch a glimpse, as if out of the corner of your eye, of that spectral presence, of the Ghost of Marriages past? What does it mean - what might it mean - what can it mean? What should it mean? Or not mean? What should we guard against when it Feels Like Old Times, when we are transported - as if through a glass and darkly - to a place that exists now only in our memory? If, indeed, it ever existed at all?
Heavy questions for a hot - dare I say "sultry" - summer's night.
