So when The Nymph was here, we had a conversation. It was pretty simple, it went kinda like this:

“I never want you to leave.”
“I don’t want to leave.”
“So don’t.”
“Well, I have to go home or my family will call the FBI.”
“Well, come back right away then.”

I figured I shouldn’t tempt the gods by exulting too much. But now the airplane ticket has been purchased and packing is underway. This is turning into a fairy tale. Don’t pinch me, I don’t want to wake up.

Flight date is just after Valentine’s Day. I teasingly tried to suggest that she was doing herself out of her traditional chocolate allotment that way, but I got firmly instructed that I had missed the point: the timing was cleverly designed to allow me to purchase her Valentine chocolate on February 15 at half price, and therefore it had better be a nice big double-sized ration, Buster!

I guess it’s time to start practicing my couples skills. “Yes, Dear.”