ReKindle Romance: wildly, often and with abandon

The dozen long-stem red roses are fragrant and beautiful. The exchanges of cards and gifts was lovely. The dinner out-of-town was delicious. All in all – a classic. Ahhhhhh …

Both scantily clad. Cozy covers. Nora Jones in the background. Twilight. Nothing pressing. (That’s been a very long time in the making). 2 hours … calming down, connecting, cuddling.

The cowboy and I are spending our time in different locations, within the same town, for this year’s writing sabbatical. We have individual reasons for needing some space. And each of us wants to be sure to Not get distracted by the other – except for weekly dates and a few gotta-do appointments.

He’s in a more rugged situation, than me, and has already spent days without internet, having to fix things that spontaneously broke and still has all the catpeople in the RV. Mostly he’s got the ‘patience of Job’ and an unflappable smily nature. These last few days have worn him down.

Late last night he finally got internet. I sent a really long Skype Love Note – filled with support, admiration and appreciation of him and everything he is doing to keep our plan on track.