For the first time in almost 7 years of our relationship, I slept on the couch last night. I’ll probably sleep there again tonight.
Though not quite the drama you relate to sleeping on the couch, there is a small drama attached. Poor Ducks is sick. Really sick. Fever, snot, vomit. She’s got it all. On a day where it’s almost 40degrees (104f) again, Ducks is dripping with sweat and freezing cold. The poor thing. She’s one sick bunny and I don’t intend to get it – so I’m consuming vitamins like they’re chocolate and keeping as much distance as a good nurse maid can.
On a different note – we saw the last of our Queer Film Fest films last night – t’was aptly about a couple of Parisian dykes trying to make a baby. Le Nouveau Monde. Was very sweet and well worth seeing – even Ducks in her snotty misery really enjoyed it. (Though she’s 100 times sicker today and in hindsight, perhaps I should have insisted on a raincheck. oops.)
I wish every week was queer film fest week.