evening last month - between 9pm and 10pm - there was an incident at Stonehenge. As a local police spokesman put it, employing the unique argot of the British constabulary, ‘two male offenders were seen disturbing the monument with a hammer and screwdriver’.
I just read that you’ve stopped smoking. I want to wish you luck and send you all the positive thoughts I can. I know from watching Sergio struggle, how hard this can be. I’m proud of you for taking this first step.
I woke up today drenched in sweat, feverish, and realized this is more than a cold. Weak and tired, I reached for water and some Tylenol. I’m on a mission to see a doctor today and get medicine. I know I’ll be fine, but damn it I HATE getting sick.
What really hit home for me, after a wonderful Skype chat with Nathan, is how quickly being under the weather makes one realize that being alone is not in our human nature. Especially when we aren’t well. We all need others in our lives; people who care for our well-being.
I’ve been solo for almost a year now, and last night, it hit me: I don’t do solo well. It’s not in my nature. I’m relationship-driven. I enjoy sharing space with someone I care deeply for. For all of my independence and fierce sense of ability to make it on my own, at the end, having a set of strong arms to fall into, a caring smile, a concerned presence in my life is really vital to me.
I’m so thankful I’ve met Nathan. Even with this distance of geography between us, I know he cares for me, and would do all he can to make me better. In fact, ‘thankful’ hardly comes close to accurate. It’s more along the lines of fortunate, grateful, or even simply astounded.
This is part of the essence between us. This thing some call love. It’s a heck of a lot more than that simple four-letter word.