40... and hear your old OLD heart...

I don't have time to be writing this.

I haven't blogged for a while. Since I last wrote, there have been several nights working until 4AM. There has been less sleep than I would have liked, less fun, and far too little writing. I got my first negative comment on this blog. Apparently, I suck. I deleted it, but should have kept it for posterity. I feel stressed and tired and broken and intolerably old, but calming, and healing and not without hope of rejuvenation. Life has been busy, but simple. Work and rehab, and that's pretty much it. Oh, and I met someone.

I met her earlier actually, but saw her again this weekend. She extended a trip to San Diego for an extra day (and that turned into two because of missed flights), pretty much on a whim to spend time with me. I like that. That sort of thing goes a long way in my book. We ate breakfasts and dinners and walked on the beach. We held hands in the park and both agreed that it felt eerily as though we were a couple and that this was not a bad thing. We slept together, and I don't mean sex, I mean crawling under the covers and draping ourselves with each other's bodies and falling asleep. We woke each other up every time one of us moved-- unaccustomed as we are to company in bed-- and this was not at all a bad thing. Sometime in the night we had sex, slow starting then mounting and building to a driving pace as we came more into the waking world-- the way mid sleep sex can be.