Here's the view from my backyard this bright and sunshiny Thursday morning!



Okay, well, maybe not... but it's how I feel my backyard looks on this bright and sunshiny Thursday morning!

I got up late today -- nearly 7 AM. Kind of unheard of pour moi, but I was up late talking intensely on the telephone with the girlfriend last night and she kept saying, "Do you know what time it is?" And I kept saying, "Yes. I have a clock in here."

Maybe it was that nearly-full moon. It was a day & night of epiphanies and I needed to regale her with every last detail of them, and then some. I simply wasn't tired. And even though I woke late this morning and didn't take my walk, I am still feeling spectacular. I guess because we bonded last night. Again, or should I say "more." More bonding.

I don't usually talk about myself to people. Certainly not about anything that actually matters. I am so accustomed to being a walking freak show for most people and I get seriously tired of it, so I either keep to myself or keep it all completely superficial and move on. Until now. The proverbial "now" of this new relationship.

She said at one point, a week or so ago, "Your life is an open book, Marilyn; it's public record." No; my erotic life is an open book. Twenty years' worth, at this point. But not my actual life. Still. My erotic life is enough of a mind-fuck for her, and then last night, we talked about a lot of the other stuff.

The gf: (complete silence)

Me: Is everything okay over there?

The gf: I'm just processing all this. It's a lot to take in. Our lives have been so incredibly different.

[a nanosecond later]

The gf: Okay. It's processed. I'm okay with it.

And so on we go... She's too funny.