No one like Mondays. Especially when you come into the office and discover your laptop has been stolen. Along with 4 others.
In other news, M- and I have taken another teeny step toward solidifying our relationship. I know it seems strange to mark progress like this but that's the Spock in me. I need to know that I'm achieving something or it's not worthwhile.
A friend of mine and her partner are looking for a place together and it got us thinking: would we be open to moving in together?
Having just moved out on my own, and also just renewed my lease, I'm not in any particular hurry. And we're both older and stubborn, set in our ways. And we both seem to have different ways of living. What would we be like living together?
So I asked him.
He said, 'Not like now. I'm living in a dusty dark man cave because I didn't give a damn. But if we lived together, I'd really want to make a home with you.'
'You don't think we'd get tired of seeing each other, all the time? Every day?'
'This is why I'm thinking we'd get a large place. A room for us, a room for my stuff, an office for you.'
'What about your collection? Wouldn't you need to touch it, look at it, go through it all the time?' (I know comic book boys. They're weird about their collections.)
He said, 'What am I? Rainman?'
We didn't come to any firm conclusions but now it's out there, on the table between us, ready to be taken up again later.
And this weekend will be Easter dinner with the parents of a good friend and maybe some other of my friends - a retest of the two of us in mixed company.