The Stars and the Cookie Jar

I saw Sonya tonight.

It was completely wonderful. She is very... she is a centering person. You know how the smell of some people is calming, for godsakes? It's like the cat.

We sat on the sea-wall at Salve -- one of those places I left in a hurry in Spike's passenger seat -- and talked, and I'm afraid it all got rather introspective. I don't know why, but I can tell her things such as I'm scared and I don't know what to do. She did sort of mention that my body looks like it's taken a beating, which it has. It turned on me really quickly.

It was a good two hours. It made me think. And for two hours, I was in pain but I wasn't in pain, which was nice. There was the sea, and a person I love quite a lot.

Do I have to make the platonic disclaimer, guys?

((sighs))

Platonic.

Sonya is one of those who support my having the surgery, although not one of those who find me uber-morbid for considering not having it.

It was good.