Quality time

These look like they belong in urban_decay, but they're photos of my bathroom under renovation: Wednesday evening





Thursday evening


On the way to pick up djjo from the bus station last night I saw a hopeful thundercloud against the sunset. Returning home, we saw lightning crack halfway down the sky. But the storm never reached us.

With no relief, it was too hot for lovemaking. We watched The Big Chill, but snuggling was too sticky. Later we managed a few nuzzles before turning onto our damp halves of the mattress.

This morning I rolled over and spooned his rump. That was all it took. No more holding back.

After spending extended time with Danny I always miss him more. That has been the case since our trip to Rochester three weeks ago. I missed him last weekend at The Point, where we spent our second date in August 2003. I've even had decent sex, but missed the special intimacy and pleasure of being with him.

This morning we went to Value Village so I could pick up a pair of dark shorts for tomorrow's chorus performance. Then an air-conditioned lunch at the Red Papaya.

Now he's napping on the couch. I'm simply soaking up the comfort of his presence, a last deep breath before plunging into my busy summer.