So the old girl came home for a coupla days and we spent hours walking around doing the things we liked to do. Looking at frilly handbags and highheel shoes that we'd never habe anywhere to wear. Dreaming about the luxurious life we'd be so unhappy with if we had it. Walking through the rain catching up on good news and bad. She's going to travel for a while and is into fitness now. When she comes back to nest, as is her plan, we are going to live healthy lives together. Drink socially rather than to ease the pain, yoga away the stresses and strains, talk about books and laugh about people who suck. I'm supposed to be at the filming of the television show but I don't feel like being famous today. A lot's been happening and I just want the quiet buzz from the tv in the background to be as close as I get to it all. The canvas I bought for his great masterpice is hanging blank on the wall and it's intriguing to wonder what it will become. That's all for now. All the brain knots and strains were kicked out of the puddles. I'm not calling anyone because I don't wanna hear about it.