I'm feeling utterly Christmassy today. Got some work done in the morning, then cyrus_ii and I went out for a wander on Oxford street to pick up his guitar and look at all the twinkly lights. It was *cold* as anything, but very cheery. We went for a wonder around Selfridges eating free things in the food hall, looking at the shiny very expensive items and pretending to be rock stars. Oh, and we ate...
In other nicer news, last week I was complaining to cyrus_ii how I had the idea of the perfect diary in my head, A4, ringbound, weekdays down one side and to-do lists on the other, but I could never find it in the shops anymore. And this week he took an old notebook and drew one out for me, so now I have my perfect diary hand-drawn for me by my favourite person. I've just been filling it ...
... a little courtyard, and actual cupboard space, which is not to be sniffed at as my clothes have been on the floor for a year. Home tomorrow night. I'm going to lock myself in a room with cyrus_ii for 24 hours, then I'll be available as usual. Tomorrow morning I'm going to take a last walk through Greenwich Village and say goodbye to New York for now. It's been a fantastic adventure.
... right and proper that we learn to have adventures alone and actually get time to miss each other and sort out our separate headspace things. That didn't stop us having a little weep down the phone tonight. cyrus_ii and I have not been further apart than this, nor spent more than 6 days apart, since we got together 18 months ago. So this is good. Definitely. And I am not sad at all. Oh ...
... And no, I won't be, not today. If anyone has helpful download links and/or lovely pictures of tiny piglets, that would help, since it seems the whole of Straylight is lurgified today. cyrus_ii has his own idiosyncratic sorenesses, and poor romauld has hideous toothache, and is off work sick with it trying to get seen by a doctor. ETA: oh, and all_the_pies has just ...