I spent my time just thinkin thinkin thinkin bout you
Every single day yes, i’m really missin’ missin’ you

When he’s here, I don’t want him to leave. When he’s gone, I wish he was here.

I texted CB tonight to see what time I should expect him. The reply? “Not sure. Workin” No shit, Sherlock. Ugh! I wasn’t too happy, but I tried to stick with Chicago’s newest informational gem – “Semper Gumby”. Always Flexible. Got it. So, shit happens. I went to Chapters after work and bought a will kit. While I’m there, I get a text. “I’ll be there in ten minutes”. Good Lord, this man is going to drive me to drink.

The pork chops were done, I just had to cook the rice and steam the broccoli. Little did I know (until after dinner) that CB doesn’t like pork chops or broccoli…normally. His mom cooks chops until they’re rock hard. (Sound familiar, former mother-in-law-of-mine???) I did mine in mushroom soup in the crockpot with real mushrooms and a bit of cream. They fall apart, of course. He ate two. He ate the brown rice without any complaint, and actually cleaned out the pot when he had his second chop. And the broccoli? Well, hey, he didn’t know that steaming was an option… So he liked that, too.

That’s right, folks. I am a good cook. Ahhhh. We all have to be good at something.

There was more mockery tonight. I loved it. That means he’s getting more comfortable with me, right? Not afraid to pick a little? I rubbed his back and his legs again tonight, he seemed a bit tense. Then he curled into me, with his face under my chin, our legs all tangled together, and his arm wrapped around my back just about as close as we could get. I somehow magically forgot that Hell was meh today and my legs hurt from going to the gym.

I realize that I am a sponge, and you know, I tend to sponge up peoples’ emotions sometimes on purpose. If someone near me is in a bad, sad, or angry mood, sometimes I mentally reach out on purpose, opening myself to taking away some of their angst. I don’t do it that often, or with that many people, but I do try it sometimes, and sometimes it does seem to work. (AM2 is a favourite candidate for this behaviour.) But when I take away CB’s stress, when I feel him relax, I don’t get filled with his tenseness. Maybe because he’s touching me, too? So there’s something reciprocal about the sponging? I don’t know. I wonder what T. thinks. I know she gives massages, so I wonder what she’s ever experienced.

My bed smells like cologne and CB, and this stupid smile won’t disappear off my face. One last thought, to leave you with an EEEEE! moment…. “Yeah, I guess the only people I’m buying Christmas presents for this year are you and my parents,” he said, offhandedly. Christmas is two months away!