Bryan returned from San Jose tonight, and was home by 8:15. We sat on the deck talking on the first coolish evening of the week.
Bryan: Want me to build a fire?
Jen: Uh… ok… [pausing to to process why this sounded horrific to me, but not wanting to dash his obvious hopes] So… what was the weather like in San Jose this week?
Bryan: It was kind of cold, actually.
So despite the fact that I have basically been on fire all week, I am now sitting next to a beautiful crackling fire – having inner Post
Dramatic Traumatic Stress attacks.
Because I love him dearly.