Benign Neglect

Is that a real thing? I mowed the lawn today. A big job. I had a nice visit with a coupla GFs in between. Forgot about The D. His dinner. After the girls left, I mowed some more. I hate to admit this, but I found it necessary to spit. That's such a male thing. But I really did get dirt in my mouth. I wasn't marking my territory.

Came in and headed to the Enchanted Airie. Took a hot shower. Put on great cotton pajamas. Padded downstairs. The D jumped when I walked into the kitchen. He startles easily. He asked me about dinner. I asked him what he wanted. He was crouched around the microwave. He said he'd handle it himself. He surreptitiously removed a slice of pizza and retreated to his living room. I laughed.

We're adjusting.