to ben

The weather has cooled at last. I've been working in the kitchen all day on my abjection chapter, trying to bring the whole thing together. It's raining out and Virus and George are watching it at the window sill. And music is playing. Amélie. You hate this soundtrack so I'm listening to it while you're gone. And I am lusciously alone. I might drink a bit of wine tonight if you bring some home, and keep working. And I realize how very lucky I am to be doing this. Thank you.