So sorry. Too much work and an airport run.
Just time for a picture of my two beloveds:
I am becoming very hippy-ish in my old age. Soon I shall wear flowers in my hair. Today, I thought: really the answer to everything is love. Love, and be kind, but mostly love.
And not to be loved, although that is enchanting, but to love. Not in a cheap, ersatz, sentimental way. In a tough, robust, getting on with it sort of way. More actions than words; more reality than flowers.
I’m not sure where this thought came from, but it seemed very certain and sure.
Tomorrow, I expect I shall have changed my mind.
But for today: it is love.