I know you know the track I'm referencing in the the title, maybe we should start a The Midnight cover band called, The Eight Thirty, cuz, we tiredddd..
Goodmorning my love. It's struck me today that it's been a few days since we've chatted, since ive heard your voice more accurately, which makes me a little sad, but November seems determined to throw the curveballs to which we do the best we can.
Like the contestants on the great British baking show, who are given a measure of flour, sugar and eggs and are supposed to replicate a dish they've never seen or heard of, all based of some vague instructions. Damn if that's not how life feels sometimes eh?
I know you understand the Dadaption energetic gymnastics I go through when the family schedule is off, and yess that spelling was intentional if that wasnt totally clear, I know it's probably morning so your brain is allowed to be in boot up mode...<3
It's something I'm working through, standing up for myself a bit better, communicating what I need, and more importantly what I do not need. Always fighting for space it seems, physically, mentally, except when I'm with you. When we're together even the smallest places feel like our very own kingdom, time means nothing, and possibilities are endless.
It's going to be good for me to hit the road. I need that oh so theraputic drive where I think about the tunes we'd play and the whays we'd make each other laugh if you were in the passenger's seat behind me.
That said, I know you're also adapting in real time. Calculating times, statistics, processing information, letting it roll over you, or through you. When we were in school they helped us visualize math by showing what was called an "in and out machine"
I think you're a bit like one of those machines when it comes to the way you interface with the world. You take the info, break it down, add your own spin, share what you want and discard the rest and whatever you're left with you're chucking in the pan, cranking the heat and making burgers. ;)
Oh how I miss your slightly triggering chaotic kitchen whays, and I know you miss my soups, because I miss making them for you.
All this to say, there's no one else on planet earth that I'd rather dedicate these final screen time minutes and last keystrokes of the day to...
It's you, it's always been you.
I love you mousey. Talk to you in the morning.
(Go get that walk! You have plenty of time...)
<3 Dayle
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Bizey in the ciiiiiiittty!
Ha, yeah, can't wait for those times so much more to be done, places to share, video to record, conversations to be had, films to watch physically again next to each other - something I look forward to daily.
Yeah guess it's true on the chat thing for the last few days, just not felt very talkative I guess, finding that these days concentrating is harder when ya have so many strands wanting to be actioned, just an adjustment phase, you'll be hearing my dulcet tones again soon ;)
It's weird to think how our spaces have changed on both sides of the ponds, that human energy that normally consumes a space is different from before and it's no point using it as a reference point anymore because of the pandemic, as a moment engineer I'm already thinking of the new shared moments together, consigning our previous ones to the golden bank of time and space, solid and rare and gleaming
Loved your note today, I'll be working offline mostly on your things, I'm behind where I'd like to be but hey those are the breaks, focusing up today, no distractions from white noise web, hehe. I think tiktok is to blame tbh, it's so creatively triggering.
Also I love our band name.
Time for me to roll my butt outta bed then eh, mwah, love you hunny.
Mouser x