Very little

This evening I sat on the one end of our lounge on a green velvet couch and Jess sat on the opposite side on a poof near the fireplace.

Across the distance I said, “I love you” and then I asked, “what are you thinking?”

“Very little.”

Same. Not much is coming to me tonight in terms of writing. Except this: Earlier today my wife sent me a message saying, among other things, “you need to have a ring of fire around what you are willing to take on emotionally.”

I’m working on that ring of fire.

P.S I married well.

Photograph of the day: The blur after bath time.