Are You Alright? Just Tell Me That You're Okay.

Champignons Im Bierteig and homemade aioli.

So good.  Even better because they were unexpected.  While going to the corner market to get vegetables for dinner I whisked P into Black Forest Brooklyn Biergarten for a quick pint of Guinness and a snack.  People talk about dating their spouse.  I suppose they call it that to try to make it sound fresh, but I really can't stand silly notions or pronounced romance. But it's actually really helpful for both parties to spend time as you would with a stranger.  When you're across. facing each other, in an outside setting, you witness all in a very different light. They also grasp that you aren't just some apparition.  That you are conscious, not an unaffected drone slash roommate.  You can have a real conversation and be sincerely interesting. You remind them and yourself what it is you originally saw in each other that made you coo, way back when but now it's even better because you knocked all the stupid out of one another.  When you're in your home it can be easy to be dismissive especially when you don't have pants on or you resemble Phyllis Diller and Foster Brooks. Easy to slide into your computer haze or text chats and ignore the real live person in front of you.  Sometimes I need to be seen and recognized as not just some crazed sweaty tired lady but a funny magnetic person that can tell a joke and finish a sentence. I also want to see my mate with real shoes on and a shirt that isn't covered in cat hair.