You're a wonder. I've said that before, but it's still true. (You do know how many men apparently run as far away from planning these things as they can?)

The whole thing feels so dreadfully unfinished. Madam Pinkness, I mean. But I suppose that's life, and we'll just have to keep our eyes open and move on. And really, I refuse to let her steal any more of the time we could be doing much more enjoyable things with.

There are lots of things I hate about the past months, love. (This spring, worse than last spring, in so many ways, and how is that even possible?) What she did to students and classes and everything she touched. But the thing I can't let go of is losing time with you.

Which is to say - should I come down tonight or would you rather not, given your classes tomorrow? And Tosha's said he assumes we'll have other plans tomorrow before I teach. I just miss being in the same room, and both of us working, and all the stupid student stories while marking, nearly as much as everything else.

(I will, however, leave the kittens in my office. One thing at a time.)