Thank you, Chica, for saying that I'm not easily ignored. In a fashion, that's a very high compliment. Nobody with any style wants to go unnoticed. Even I, with my social phobia and paranoia, long to get published one day and have people fumbling to spend time in my company. Then I could act all aloof and pass them right by, but not before saying something faux wise and borderline cryptic, and perhaps a little kind.
Linda and I are in the very early stages of living together, and I'm finding that it suits me. When I awaken in an empty bed I feel as if I'm falling, in addition to a harder to define feeling of panic. I can happily report that this is much less pronounced in the company of my beloved. Hopefully that will remain the case.
Unfortunately, however, I'm a little paranoid. I'm afraid that I'm doing something to annoy her (or worse) and she is afraid to tell me. So basically I'm fearful of her compassion and love, that it will compel her to lie to protect my feelings. Do I have any annoying habits that are evident already? Are my many scars more upsetting, or just aesthetically unappealing, than I tend to imagine? And most bothersome, is she irritated at me for not keeping a steady job? I certainly didn't mislead her about my difficulties in that department. I still feel like a dead-beat. That's the way the watch is wound.
More later, ladies and germs.