How curious to be married again. How good it is. How nice that we talk to one another. Encourage each other. Listen. That someone could weave themselves into my life so lovingly and completely, like the fabrics she weaves. It is still strange to think of myself as married again. It feels nicer by the day, especially when she is over in her Studio Barn, making her art and loving her life, and helping me to live and love mine. Got to go and cook lunch. Otherwise she will eat a piece of bread and cheese.