Back from baseball.

Exhausted from heat, and listening to people talk.  And talk.  Talk more.  Go back and forth about whatever in that expected and airy, lazy laugh and “Ha ha huh….. yeah yeah yeah”, the soccer mom/baseball dad language.  Nothing against it, just when it’s so trite, I glaze.

Barely energy to type.  Relax, I tell myself.

The Nurse, emboldening me, encouraging and educating.  Everything is EDUCATION, and today… all SELF-CARE.

At peace, and I can only credit her.

Her words, her empowering words, knowledge that I am stunned by, haunted.  HER… my fiancee.