Rain will fallMeetings since seven this morning. Lawyers are vampires.
Wash all the pain
It shields the soul
You turn the page
To face another day
Let me know that you will wait
And I will pay for my mistakes
To feel the sun again
Can you hold on?
I ate in the car, a croissant wedged between my teeth while I steered through rush hour traffic downtown. Then I saw the mediator. Then the counselor that I don't actually talk to at all (he works with the mediator. He's cold.) and then the bank. Now I'm home and the sugar in my blood has dissolved, leaving me with a decided lack of resolve or energy, for that matter.
I faceplant into the big chair by the fireplace and Ben calls. He's away and I hate it.
So?
I have a ton of information to go over.
You don't sound thrilled.
I don't know if I am.
Nothing will change.
Everything will change. I can pull the plug right up until the end of March if I need to though.
You won't need to. Merry Christmas, Happy Saint Patrick's Day and Happy Birthday to you both.
This could be a curse and you act like it's a present. You've seen what happens when you give someone absolute power, haven't you?
Yes, she puts on a business suit and gets all sexy-professional. It's a huge turn-on.
I didn't mean me.
He'll be fine. Actually, I think it will make things a lot better for him.
I know, that's the problem.
Since it doesn't involve me, it's ultimately your decision but I think it's one you should make.
Ben, this is a can of worms so big I don't think you want to open it. And it involves you so stop saying it doesn't.
Nothing will change, Bumblebee. I have to go. Home tonight. Wait up for me?
You're asking a narcoleptic to wait up? Hahahahah.
Okay don't. I'll wake you the traditional way, Bee.
Okay, that I'm looking forward to.
Good to know. See you soon. I love you.
I love you too. So much that I might not go any further with this.
Bridget, everything is going to be fine.
I've come to believe that means precisely the opposite of what it should. Oh! And the jetski thingies were delivered today.
Are they neat?
No, they're HUGE! And PJ already said I can't drive on one by myself.
He's such a grandma.
I'm going to tell him you said that.
Do it. Then let me know what he says, okay?
PJ has come to the rescue anyway and takes the phone from me. He says you listen hear, Sonny Boy! Those things are dangerous! But he says it in a high falsetto-waver that makes me laugh and I have no idea how Ben responds and then he's gone again and the connection is broken but the smile remains on my face. It's a guarded one, though. I think in Ben's quest to be as generous as humanly possible he's going to discover that no one's rushing in to match his gesture, and he's going to be left surprised and deeply disappointed.