The picture comes somewhat more into focus on this Great Lake morning.
The Mouthpiece has moved into action, and I think that's freaking Mrs SP out a bit. She e-mailed to "take responsibility" for the past few days' madness (no apologies, but I'll take what I can get).
Her POV is that there's a "glimmer of hope" that we can get along better and move forward, but she's also not willing to go to Fabulous MC#2 to see what it would take to magnify the glimmer, though no reason for this unwillingness was offered.
She's hinted around obliquely about Miss Someone, but won't ask a direct question, and when I've tried to explain that Miss Someone is a great companion, someone who you can just say, "Hey, get a cup of coffee" or "go to the driving range" to, she insists that Miss S is secretly the Great Love of my life, etc. "Uh-huh. And is that what Signore Schmuckatelli was?" Well no, but that was different.
So for now I'm following the wisdom of the Great Game Theorist in the Sky - deciding to do nothing (for now) is still deciding, choosing to wait for more data - so long as you're tolerant of the discount rate - is still choosing.
Like Woodrow Wilson, my policy is "watchful waiting."
