She comes and goes now. Yesterday morning I woke up with a stranger (grumpy stranger, at that, but not sleeping well does that to anybody); last night most of her came home for dinner (later than I’d planned for when I was cooking the meal, because she sat and listened to a recently widowed friend who needed to talk, but I just put the burned bits on my plate because Carbon Is Something Our Bodies Need Anyway). This morning, Deb was with me from showers through breakfast and into our commute, but I lost her somewhere around the time we crossed over the river. She looks out the window, sees a trigger, and she’s gone; when I glance over, I have a nice lady sitting next to me who seems a lot like my wife.

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Husband & retiree. Developer, tech writer, & IT geek. I fill what’s empty, empty what’s full, and scratch where it itches. Occasionally do weird & goofy things.

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