Tuesday

Fairly good day.  Got work done.  Emailed lots with my favorite guy. (in-the-whole-wide-world)  Fixed a good dinner, spent time with the kid, watched Idol, talked with the guy. He doesn't slip into sadness quite so much any more. It's still there, just less. And he comes out of it well.  

"What is your passion?  If you could have any job in the world, what would it be? Would you write?"

"No. I'd have sex for a living."

"Well, not really. It's hard for me to say. I have a passion for sex, yes. But that's not my passion."

"You know what I'd do?"  .(..yes, I do)

"Music. Sing, play, perform, write, record.  Produce."  

"Yes, I am sure that's exactly what you'd do." 

"It's time for us to go to bed. Me and you both."

"Okay.  Before you go, I'll tell you. It's hard to say it, but I'll tell you what I'd do."

"I'd feed you."

"Feed me? How?"

"In each and every way that you needed to be fed. I'd take care of you. That is what I would do."

"Really?"

"Really.  Good night."

"Good night."