Different Worlds

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.

Jen: Ah.

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.

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