The last coupla times I've seen her have been both much better than I could have hoped and very sad. It's such a sad business. (And one of the least appealing sorts of things to be reading about on your friends list, I'm sure.) Perhaps I should just post lyrics from country songs about being cut off from the one you love.
In a curious way, it was easier to take when she was being hostile. And dang if I hadn't just decided I was thoroughly peeved and was going to stop being good to her, when there she was at the door, reminding me again of what I adored about her to begin with.
In other news, I was catsitting yesterday where they have cable television and, flipping channels, who should I see but infinitepresent, right there on the TV.
I was like, "Hey, look! It's D.!"---but the cats were unimpressed.