Does Anybody Love Anybody, Anyway?
You fit into me Like a hook into an eye A fish hook An open eye --Margaret Atwood It is a quiet Sunday morning. I'm soaking in the bath. Jenny is up, just. She told me the lower back pain she has been suffering from since the terrible retching of a couple weeks ago has been largely improved by using heat and ice as our friend and LMP Diana suggested. Finally something works. So her back is better, her digestion is better, her spirits are improved. It's marvelous news and I'm thrilled for her. It also means that she will see Eric the pinché motherfucker this week, which isn't new, but grates. I have given up worrying about the agreed upon rules. I'm sure she lies about when she sees him, that is nothing new. I have given up worrying about her texting him at hospital. It is strangely liberating to just assume she is doing so. I have given up being concerned about her texting him in the car. She used her p...