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It’s Sunday morning, my watch shows that it’s 33° and 5:58 am. Surprisingly, half of us are up and motile. My excuse is that I’m scheduled to volunteer at the hospital this morning. Leong just came up from the basement fitness center, she’s all sweaty. “I hate that metal music those giant guys in the weight room listen to.” Leong said, slipping her shoes off. “That music makes me feel so hot, it has such energy.” Sunny shivers, slipping-into a sweater. “I don’t understand old music.” Sophie said, spreading butter on a piece of hot toast. “What does THAT mean?” - I had to ask - thinking she meant “classical music,” which I love. Sophie explained, “My English professor played this old song for us - it’s old - “The times they are a changin”, by Bob Dylan? It’s an AMAZING song” “You’ve never heard THAT?” I asked, dubiously, but slobber-knocked if it were true. I never LISTEN to old music,” Sophie shrugged, “it sounds so flat and one dimensional - I can’t stand it,” she winces. “I like spatial audio, binaural and object-based dolby atmos, you know - lossless and three dimensional.” “Don’t get technical with me,” I said, as if offended, while gathering my gear. “But you watch Carol Bernett and all those old TV shows.” Lisa said, “What’s the difference?” “Video?” Sophie argues, with an implied “HELLO,” as if that one word made everything obvious. I missed the rest of it, my watch beeped, it was time to disco, I had stops. I can’t deny Peter and I are sync’d these days. Have we fallen in love? Maybe, but I think we’re still upright. He doesn’t tease me about my fear of heights, bugs, the dark, and cheesecake - anymore. He overlooks my crying during movies, streams and pet-reunion videos. It’s reciprocal, of course, I let him hate salad dressing, ketchup (just odd) bananas and chocolate (can you imagine?), I let him help me with homework and I try to ignore his awful bro-act, around his bhessys. I’m going to Peter’s to watch football, later, ‘cause I love my NFL. The doctoral guys have a notorious “mancave” situation setup in their basement where they red-zone, kaber, or blare shley emo-core at 120db. I flat told Peter that when my watch alerts to harrowing audio levels - I’m outro. But between you and me, these guys make THE best BBQ (they slow smoke briskets or something). I’d probably just go upstairs, put on my noise canceling AirPods, read (with the smart girls) and wait for the shiz eats. Monday’s Halloween - **Happy Halloween everyone**!

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Date: 11/1/2022 11:04:00 AM
Love is when you care more about Peter's happiness than you do about Anaïs' happiness (and that would break your mother's heart)! I heard that med students at Yale learn nothing about the clitoris, so perhaps you and Peter can make some headway in that direction! Aloha!
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Date: 11/1/2022 2:33:00 PM
why Rico. Peter’s a physicist - they know all about the mysteries of the universe.
Date: 10/31/2022 6:14:00 PM
Delightful read! Have a great Halloween. Joe.
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Date: 10/31/2022 7:33:00 PM
Thanks Joe =]