Sweet music in my ear this morning - her voice. She was in early, as I expected she would be... and she called. We talked. The planets are aligned again.
A short talk, twenty fast minutes. Too fast. But it's not as though we woke up together. I could hear the stress in her voice, the work stress. Not in the -sound- of her voice, but in her words. She was closed. She wanted to talk, which is why we were talking, but I could feel her looking around her at the stacks of things she had to attend to, and I could feel them pressuring her.
So I breathe deep and try to hold it together until later when, hopefully, she'll have knocked a bunch of the work out and she'll be able to breathe. And then, if she feels some relief, and she feels some connection to me, she'll be able to let her guard down and open up. And then we'll be together again, be able to spend some time together. Really together.
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