Last night, the rain finally found this corner of the woods and drenched us silly. This morning, the sun is struggling to push through and we are wrapped in a glowing, white mist. Brunch by the River, a Sunday morning jazz/r&b radio show out of Boston's 92.5, plays on the stereo. It's one of my favorite programs and makes for a sweet weekend ritual.

My husband and I sit at the kitchen counter, drink coffee and talk for hours.

In the course of today's conversation we journeyed from the evolutionary practices of parasites (um, thanks? --> This American Life) to personal struggles to change habits, to him hurting my feelings, to me getting all weepy (wtf?), to him apologizing and talking through whatever it was that triggered me, to me apologizing that I can get so preachy and pedantic when I think I'm being helpful (note to self, listen more and talk less) to digging into updates on the projects closest to our hearts, reveling in an open groove after the tears and sparks and finding words like commitment and authenticity to start our day.

Some huggy smoochy stuff (tmi?) and then he went off to play soccer and I came up here to write before taking the brombies out for some playful exploration of wet leaves.

Right now, as I type to you Earth, Wind & Fire is playing "hearts of fire . . ." which is crazy, of course it is, because this is one of our songs-- because we are old. Yes, we are.

Next week marks twenty years since the day we met. Sometimes I wonder how the hell it works (especially when it doesn't) and I honestly don't know how two people can live together for this long and have it be so good (especially when it is good). I think it has something to do with--

Daisy: Are you done, yet? This is a long drive to Dullsville, lady. How about you touch your tongue to your nose? Can you do that, girlfriend?

Daisy: Yeah, I didn't think so. Let's move it along, shall we? Perhaps you could continue this rumination while walking through the woods, yes?

And so it goes . . . ever flowing along, moment to moment. Helped along by the persistent nudges of cold noses. Time to get outside. Hope your Sunday is lovely.

Bisous, E

P.S. yes, I know-- the archives are all messed up with weird question marks plaguing the posts . . don't know what has happened there, it's probably gonna stay that way cause I got no time to go back there to try and fix them. Something happened when we shut the blog down and then opened it back up. sorry about that.

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