Here before her, but no femme urges today. So into my running clothes, a couple hits of the leaf, feed the pup, and she arrives at last. Joy. I eat, and she’s all about watching the next episode of six feet under on dvd. – she bought the complete series on the ‘Bay. Don’t get me wrong, loving the show, pretty well written. But I don’t like to lock down in front of the tube and check out every night. And she doesn’t want to talk or walk with me or listen to my music, and so tv time is together time, in her eyes. So here i sit, in typical fashion. Together, alone.