I keep leaving the condo in a highly distracted state of mind-- sometimes forgetting to put on a shirt, or shave, or something else important. Consequently I keep worrying that I'll inadvertently leave this page open on my computer, and she'll see it. Not that that would be the end of the world, but it would certainly accelerate matters.
She sent me this message this afternoon:
"Do you not talk to me anymore because that's your choice or for 'my sake?'"
..says the woman who is almost never at home, and shuts herself behind a curtain to chat with OM when she is.
