12 noon

He comes up behind me, puts his hands on my shoulders, says “Writing about what an ass I am?” and I reply “Writing the truth” and he says “Your truth” and I say “Yeah — who else’s could I write?” and he pulls me onto his lap and we talk over what happened between us earlier this morning and we are okay with each other again and he is leaving with his dad and saying “I love you” and everything is fine, fine, fine.

It’s all about goodwill, isn’t it. As soon as that is no longer visible to me, I feel all is lost.

As soon as it’s demonstrated again, life is good.

xoxo
etc
Kate