I was sick all day. Bad fibro, lots of pain, exhaustion, chill. We went for a walk at Detroit Metrobeach. It was dark and windy and chilly. I was chilled. I'd already been chilled, and the walking did not warm me up as it usually does.
Keith was an angel all day, loving and attentive and sweet. Made me feel guilty for being so angry with him last night.
After all, how important is it?
One of my many problems is that I am a poet. I see things as symbolic. I wanted that moment that we turned into the new year to be special. To be love. To be us. To stand for what I wanted to new year to be like: LOVE.
But every moment is turning us into a new year. And he gave me lots of loving all night and all day. If that one moment was ruined, the rest were certainly sweet.
He's the angel.
Maybe I'm the one who's obtuse. I'm certainly no angel!